Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Hermes little candles and the glass of water in pure darkness. I am letting a broom stand for my speech on justice and an old thin handkerchief for the veil of melodrama I have worn for thirty years. I am dragging in Euripides for his strange prayer and my own true Hosea for his poem on love and... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Epilogue: Writers like me are a manic bunch always busy looking for a...
better way to say something. How do we say what is eating us? I, myself, often think “fill the blank page….fill it now!” With flying fingers, squinting eyes and moving lips, I'm hungry for the words that will mirror my thoughts and embody my emotions. Some come slowly. None of us p rofess to... Sign in to see full entry.
Angry Planet...what more can we do to alienate it?
With all our high tech, we cannot control an angry planet. Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
This is one of my sculptures I call the Traveler...He reminds me of Picasso
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Saturday, May 24, 2008
When my mind is hungry, I feed it art! Winged sculptured vase...
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Winged bottles, my sculptured art bottles
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Garden of my mind, where my sculptures are birthed...
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Black Prince, A sculpture of mine...
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Friday, May 23, 2008
Angel-Inspired Poetry...
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If I had to describe my inner poet, I'd say he looks at the world...
a little eschewed, but lives patiently in me, giving me fragrant hope where there was none. He inspired me to write although it never occurred to me I could write. Surprisingly, the more I wrote, the more I had to say. An author must be like God, present everywhere but visible nowhere. Somermet... Sign in to see full entry.