IT ISN’T EASY…

IF I WROTE TO YOU…

WHITE CHAIRIf I wrote to you would you answer?Not because you won’t but because you haven’t.Is it because of all those things I said on pages? I don’t know what else to say that would erase all those words expressed with pen to paper. On those pages euphoria of time and place got the better...

SUNDAY LUNCH…

SUNDAY LUNCH Not to bore you with details but the menu was southern comfort through and through: thin sliced smoked ham, Vermont maple syrup laced with baked beans; collard greens infused with pepper bacon; wine and more wine; peach pie laden with birthday candles and what else?  Real Southern Comfort. War stories recounted years of...

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“What a strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, the other forward. The one is of Today, the other is the Tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day.”                                               Grandmas Moses, primitive painter RED CHAIR                                                    

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"Day after day, day after day We stuck, nor breath nor motion As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean." The Rime of the Ancient Mariner  Samuel Taylor Coleridge

BORROWED LINES…

My Reader believes that we are what we quote, undoubtedly because of the folder I keep stuffed with scraps of paper of others’ words, albeit quotes, that resonate to the core. The folder on my desk is a cornucopia of borrowed lines. Words written by the famous, infamous, and sometimes nefarious goons who, on occasion,...

FREE TRIP TO IRELAND…

My Reader is so excited...a trip to Ireland and no bags to pack! There will be no tickets to buy, no baggage fees and best of all...no jet-lag once we all arrive. Accommodations will be provided by MeticulousMick (you OK with that MM?), and I'll buy the first couple of rounds at the corner pub....

Fetish for FIGS…

Fetish for FIGS... It came as a challenge It came as a dare, So I went to the studio And plopped in my chair.  What began as the one But concluded with four, It became quite apparent There was room for one more.  Five FIGS to be settled In harmonious collusion, On a bed of...

Promiscuous PEARS…

Promiscuous PEARS pro-mis-cu-ous: adj. 1) Composed of persons or things confusedly mingled.

WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: The Hue of You

Weekly Photo Challenge: The Hue of You For this challenge, we want to keep it simple: share a photograph with a prominent color (or assortment of colors) that reveals more about you. It could be a symbolic, meaningful shade; a color that expresses how you currently feel; or a combination of colors that excites you...

FALLING FORWARD…

 “I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way… things I had no words for.” Georgia O’Keefe  

ONE DAY LIKE THIS…

 Do you ever find it difficult to put into words…words that capture the event…that do justice to every sensory, audible and emotion felt? Can you convey, really convey what happened? Can you describe the experience as whole and not just parts of the whole?  Can you adequately describe what the mind imprinted, and what now...

GIFTS…

FIRST: If we were friends, I mean the kind of friends who lived in the same town or close-by, and saw each other often…met for coffee at least once a week we’d know a lot more about each other. Or, if we had grown up together, had feather-flying pillow fights at sleepovers, or spent tongue-wagging...

INVISIBLE FINISH LINES…

                                             LA SORTIE Today he was going home. He never liked it here. Now that she was gone, liked it even less. The memory of his house came and went, just like everything else. Did he have a house?  Where was the car parked? He was tired of this. He was going home. Jake had...

INFLECTIONS…

 in-flec-tion \in’flek-shen\ 3. A change in pitch or intensity in the voice. Brit.sp. in-flex’ion. Webster Illustrated Contemporary Dictionary.  For reasons not listed anywhere, I don’t pretend to be a writer. It takes me a while and then more of a while to string the words together that finally…paint my sentence vision. I think some call...

LE CAFE’…

LE CAFE'... As the struggle to re-introduce my right hand back to full use with daily hand exercises, I also continue to sketch and practice endless scales on the piano. My ultimate quest is to learn how (by teaching myself) to watercolour, and [again] play complicated Haydn and Bach duets with my friend, Rosemary. Let...

UNEVEN TEARS…TWO

 To save time I shall paraphrase the proclamate found on the ABOUT JOTS page: “…non-bearing of grudges and certainly no annoying voices of gripes, vexed-ness, and/or bad attitudes.”  Much to My Readers dismay, and with shovel in hand to better dig the hole deeper, I shall also direct My Reader to HALF-TRUTHS. A post written...

*SUSIE STRONG*…

Winchester Cathedral   Winchester, Hampshire, England What better way to end the day than to sit in solitude in one of the greatest churches of England, dated from 1079, and reflect on words penned by Emily Bronte: "No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And...

HOW FAR CAN WE GO…

  Ham House Garden Patio Ham, Surrey England I look up to My Reader. Admire My Reader. I think My Reader is the Toot’s Potatoes…please excuse my personal coined phrase for Brilliance Plus.  My Reader has accomplished the un-accomplishable, and has left no emotional room for anything less than inspired adulation.  El Guapo has written...

Timeout for Art: END OF MY ROPE…

END OF MY ROPE....Thursday "Timeout for Art" challenge....using one's left hand. Since I don't really have the choice of which hand (it will be the left)  for the next couple of weeks...we'll all just have to grin and bear it as my left-hand gets the full monty of use.Check out artist Lisa's ZEEBRA DESIGNS &...

DANCE ME…

If You will take your seat we’ll get started. Let’s pretend this is an unofficial White House ("room") Press Conference and...Mr. Obama won’t be coming because he doesn’t know anything. Clarification:  he doesn’t know anything about my injury and why I’m now delivering this press conference address and most other comments in…lower case...and why I...

EDIT: LIFE…

EDIT:  LIFE. ERROR. Due to a recent editing error in Friday’s Review stating the gallery was slated for an April opening,  the article should have instead read:  April closing. Lively yet wrong speculation over this now closing event begat rumour-mill drivel.  I apologise for any circumstance in or beyond my control this may have caused....

DO NOT WEAR…

THE TOES HAVE IT…

        "I would only believe in a God who knew how to dance." Nietzsche