Tag Archive: Art

EKPHRASIS…

THE LETTER   It was there on the table waiting for him. The letter. Words written down. Finally. This after years and years of mental word choices, sentence construction. What to say? The… Continue reading

THE OCCASION…

CHAIR WITH MAN   A reunion of as many siblings who could make the journey. It wasn’t as long-planned as it was necessary. For some, those left who could still journey, came in… Continue reading

SOMETHING TO BE SAID…

PICNIC: 3PEARS2FIGS   If we started counting… The bus drivers who take your children to school, or you to work. The paper-people who deliver your morning read to your front porch, the bush… Continue reading

ROBETI…

GIRL WITH CHAIR   He is sitting on the rim of a wood planter box that houses a smallish palm tree providing no shade on this warm day, and looking away from where… Continue reading

WALRUS WISDOM…

TALK TALK TALK   “The time has come,” the Walrus said, “To talk of many things: Of shoes – and ships – and sealing-wax Of cabbages – and kings – And why the… Continue reading

EASY ON THE AYES…

*Stuart Kestenbaum, poet laureate of Maine since 2016. His most recent book “How to Start Over”, published by Deerbrook Editions, 2019. Credit: New York Times Magazine, issue 9.1.19, pg.12.

DAD…

DH IMAGINED   He asked when can I meet you? How about I deliver myself to you on my thirty-ninth birthday? Chuckle. Then, he said…perfect. Seems like forever ago when we walked up… Continue reading

NOT FIGS…

MANDARINS   Isn’t this just the berries? Actually, not berried at all…more like fruit-looped, but no matter. It’s great to be on the other-side of winter. The easel in the studio remains occupied… Continue reading

MOWING DOWN THE TALL GRASS…

  He salutes me every morning. Him…that old guy…the early morning walker. Like me. Although, I know that I’m not the only one. I imagine he salutes every one he passes whether on… Continue reading

LAST CALL…

The Dancer stood. Then moved toward the floor. No need for another. The music moved The Dancer. Along with the others. In confident directions. Last dance. Last call.          … Continue reading

FUNNY HOW THAT HAPPENS…

An idea within an idea within an idea. It never seems to stop until…someone else is doing something else that someone else is doing and the fire is lit..and it begins again. In… Continue reading

NO EXPLANATION NECESSARY…

Jasper Johns burgled my mind. He took all the thoughts I’ve had about my ART that tumble around in my head, and said them aloud to important curators of important museums and important… Continue reading

NOT MY WORDS…

LAPIN BLEAU via Thoughts on Integrity Sometimes words spoken or written by others hit a nerve, make a point, provoke, and not just a mere thought but myriads of thoughts….that are too important… Continue reading

CHER…YOU THERE?

IRISH FARM HOUSE Did you get my message? The Reader said it was about time we had a sit-down, and The Reader is right. It really is time. There isn’t much that comes… Continue reading

FISHING FOR WORDS…

PESCE The Reader looks more than dubious that somehow I can connect fishing for words to the watercoloured fish on a platter surrounded with leafy, green things, yellow-ish squiggles and red rounds that… Continue reading

POINTS TAKEN…and BEYOND

NUMBER FORTY-SEVEN  “All his own geese are swans, as the swans of others are geese.” Horace Walpole (1717-97) British writer Referring to Sir Joshua Reynolds. Wait! Wait! shouts My Reader. Geese? What geese?… Continue reading

CONVERSATION CUL-DE-SAC…

CONVERSATION CUL-DE-SAC She wasn’t an easy person…understand not in the infamous being easy sense, she just wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Safely said, her glass was always less than half-empty. Who is kidding… Continue reading

TWICE AS GOOD…

Curious still about the etymological origin of twice…as defined in Origins A Short Etymological Dictionary of Modern English, authored by Eric Partridge is this: “2. In double degree or quantity (twice as good).”… Continue reading

PORTLAND ON ICE…

ice>noun 1 a roof covered with ice: frozen water, icicles; black ice, frost, rime, glaze. icy>adjective 1 icy roads: frozen, frozen over, iced over, frosty, frosted, ice-bound, ice-covered, iced up; slippery; literary rimy.… Continue reading

COMMON GROUND…

SEASON OF REMEMBRANCE

WHETHER REPORT…

                                                                        BIRD IN A BOWL Funny thing about that weather. Yesterday on the half-past five morning first dog walk… Continue reading

WE RODE HORSES…

                                                 SHACK and PUMP HOUSE The telephone would have exploded had he not answered it. The Stepfather knew who it was. His mother. She never minced words. She demanded and commanded. The Old… Continue reading

MINDING MY Zs and Qs…

“…The sound of silence. Background noises no longer there… painful spaces of time… Other sounds eventually fill the empty space…” __ Other sounds do eventually fill the empty spaces that once filled a… Continue reading

WHERE THE ROAD GOES…

Normally, I’ve been reluctant to besiege My Reader with facts, that particular part of my art researching profession that requires accuracy closely bordering the edge of boredom. However, just this once and feeling… Continue reading

ABOUT FORGETTING…

  This is how it goes, usually… 1 January – take down Christmas tree. Pack. Store.   This is how it went… 26 December – Christmas tree down. Packed. Stored. Five-day head start… Continue reading