Category: Art
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Our Feral Dinner Guests
Homage to The Naming of Cats by T.S. Elliot Our Feral Dinner Guests Tigger and Midnight are not in sightprobably just out cattin’ aroundwhile Yinyang lounging mid-drivewaysurveys my trip to the trash caneyes half open in feigned interestalready had their evening stash Tigger a.k.a, Gray, Stripes, etc.a gray tiger, timid and jumpyour newest feral dinner…
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‘O Mare E Tu
‘O Mare E Tuby Dulce Pontes and Andrea Bocelli Sentir em nósSentir em nósUma razãoPara nao ficarmos sósE nesse abraço forteSentir o marNa nossa vozChorar como quem sonhaSempre navegarNas velas rubras deste amorAo longe a barca louca perde o norte Amore mioSi nun ce stess’o mare e tuNun ce stesse manch’ioAmore mioL’amore esiste quanno nujeStamme…
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Enigmas
Enigmas no matter how many timesmy motivations explainedthe essence missedor simply ignored intentions assignedexpressions translatederroneouslynot mine other’s agendas creditedas mine, though notarticulated inmy mind – at all what, howmeanings missedaccidentlyintentionally no one listenshear what they want towhat they’ve beenconditioned to interpretation byassumption enigmatic –LE – 9/18/24
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Seriously, What Do You Think Truth IS?
What is Truth? Intro Recently, I was challenged to write about “my Truth.” Considering the thousands of years we’ve been laboring over exactly what truth is, it seemed pretty much like a fool’s errand. But after some reflection, I considered it a good way to do the type of examination commonly practiced this time of…
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Words Magical
And a little more on the idea that words are magical, spells, the incantations that generated Sapiens rise. Words Magical all words have power whenspoken or written in context Latin or other ancient tonguesare not required only used to confuse andexclude the masses in their use incantations or just plainold motivational speeches just articulated words…
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Wading In Providence
Providence provision by nature or godsby a higher power thenout of our control in the enda mystery condition of universefaith in higher powerswading in the murky waters – of providence –LE – 9/23/24
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Saturday Morning – Late September
Late September Saturday Morning warm sun rays, screenedthrough arborvitae and citrusetch long shadows across the yardhumming to morning’s dance the morning doves, finches, and pigeonsalready emptied the feeders and moved ona chicken clucks and a dog barksdown the block a few bees gather pollen as alarge, satiny-black butterfly flits fromfrond to petaled frond of the…
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The Painters With Whiskey
This is a repost from February of ’23, but I used a different watercolor, and no, it’s not a whiskey painting… Whiskey Painters 4×5 inchmasterpiecespaintswere carriedin a smallAnacin tinfolding brushcompletedthe ensemble table in the barthe painter’sbrush dipped ina half-fullshot glassJamesonwon’t mindfor art’s sake vibrant colorsbrushed onhoneyed withaged IrishKentuckyor Tennesseelittle masterpiecesexchanged We’re allwelcome to tryWhiskey-coloredmasterpieceslandscapesportraitsabstractssounds prettydaunting…
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The Golden Years – Memior – Final Chapter?
Retirement – The ‘Golden Years’ (?) I’ve already discussed most of my experiences since retirement previously. So, what exactly are ‘the Golden Years’ anyway? I’d heard about them for most of my working career. Not sure what I expected, but if ‘Golden’ was supposed to imply perfection and unbridled happiness, then the reality leaves much…
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Homeward Bound
Homeward Bound three small, single-colored butterfliesyellow, orange, and white flitamong tired looking Brittlebush, Sageand Desert Mallow in the dry riverbedwaves and sloshes of the last flood watersrolling down to the Gila are bakedinto the mud, looking like fossilized water dry and dead grasses glimmer whitishin the September morning sununder a summer-blue skynot a cloud to…
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