About Me Alone, only the distant street sounds penetrate my thoughts, Only the skylight’s my mood, Only coffee, cooling in my favorite mug, Waits within reach. I sit at the old family table of notorious memories, 100 years past, metal and glass sculpture stood proud, Some made by Daz’s hand, Others found at Chicago junk…
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OBSERVATION #5 8.31.24
Some encounters are inevitable when traveling Washington Ave. The Last of Ike, sculpture by Texas artist Nic Noblique, was commissioned by the City of Racine in 2008. Located at the intersection of Washington and the railroad tracks, near 12th St., it is positioned to be the Gateway to Uptown. The Last of Ike, en homageStanding…
OBSERVATIONS #4 8.24.24
Call – Environment, Theme of the Month Response – Folk Lore Observed – Floating Feathers, a Folk Art Poem – by Mimi Peterson, WIR #17 Folk culture comes to pass thru generations. Friends gather to share ideas, they repeat news, tell tales of events, and, perhaps, anecdote the next project’s story board with pictographs and…
Who am I
Fumbling around in the dark Fighting faceless monsters Collecting scars like badges That tells stories of repeated lessons Or flawless victories Desperately trying to find light To be able to see what battles are ahead The pressure of wanting to be seen, heard and understood Without trails and obstacles in place Building character by learning…
God
The innocent me Seeks divine intelligence To express myself
Roses are red, water is cleansing
She walked along the riverbank Heart drenched with sorrow Eyes searching for a savior Mind wandering through flashing life memories She wore white for this occasion As if she were arriving for a baptism Only she was preparing for her ending She was over it This thing called the human experience The more she thought…
Event Announcement + Four Poems
Before the final poems that I’ll be posting in my tenure as the Racine Writer-in-Residence, I want to say thank you to all the readers who have visited over the past six months. I would also like to invite everyone to attend the Open Mic & Performance Showcase I’ll be hosting as my community project…
Blue Light
In case you care — thoughI doubt you will — I want to sayI forgot what I wanted toGoogle when I woke upthis morning. I’d lain awakea few times last nightobsessively wondering but notwanting to expose my eyesto blue light. I awokethis morning, tired and sore,kept up by my mindas usual wanting to know,when learning…
On Seeing Cezanne’s “Pines and Rocks”
branches fracture sky
Weekend Commute
the wind dies arounda corner where you could light your cigarette withoutthat newspaper, wet,minutes before the trainadvances toward uswith a wave of sprayand we all hatchinto our positionsand hold them, as rockskeep their shape withthe smallestfidgets untiljust after our arrival
ArtRoot Writer-In-Residence 