2017, charcoal on paper, all rights reserved.
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Bird Girl and the Black-eyed Susans
August 6, 2017Bird Girl Head Over Heels
August 6, 2017
2017, charcoal on paper, all rights reserved.
Not Morse
August 6, 2017
Not Morse
They spoke in code, each word a secret agent
of another, so that, “I need more time
for myself,’ meant ‘I’m seeing
someone else.’
And so on.
At first, even uttered letters
delighted in the game, dipthongs preening
at devices, consonants peacocking
about the vowels, but soon language stretched
to strain, silence pained.
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55 words for Kerry O’Connor’s prompt on Real Toads, with a special challenge to write something stemming from the art of Erte. A piece on the letter M by Romain de Tirtoff, known as Erté, above.
Wound (Passed Down)
August 5, 2017
Wound (Passed Down)
My mother didn’t know
the contours of her wound
so had to sculpt mine
by feel
as if she were a blind girl
and I were a piano that she heard
by touch,
only that would have been a deaf girl
and she didn’t honestly
touch much.
At a certain point, I took charge
of my own wound,
but since I also worked by feel at first,
its deepening seemed somewhat haphazard
like the chance radio station
the frequencies always
default to.
It was only as I grew older
when I could see it in the mirror
or when I looked down
at my person
that I became conscious of where
I put in the dirk.
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Poem for Margaret Bednar’s lovely quilting challenge on Real Toads. Not sure this exactly fits but what I have. The above an image from fabric saved by Margaret. Process note: dirk is a small knife (probably more properly a small dagger of Scottish Highland origin.)
Bird Girl
August 4, 2017
2017, charcoal on paper, all rights reserved.
who’s who?
August 2, 2017
2017, digital drawing, all rights reserved.
New Worlds
August 2, 2017
2017, digital drawing, all rights reserved.
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