Tag: Art
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Sand Painting – Memoir Memory
Sand Painting Colored sand seeps inSanding me through open mindMandela gazing –LE Back in the late ‘90s, we went to the Cleveland Museum of Art to see a demonstration of Tibetan Sand Painting. Buddhist monks sat on the floor of the gallery making intricate mandalas on the floor before them with colored sand, placing each…
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Haiku For A Day In Early June
Sparrows’ songs sunshine,vapor trails across deep blue –dried-out worm… Sol’s prey? The sun’s dream, burningmy shadow on gray concrete –goat-head thorns abound. –LE – 6/9/24
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You, Darkness
You, Darknessby Ranier Maria Rilke – a Bohemian-Austrian poet You, darkness, that I come fromI love you more than all the firesthat fence in the world,for the fire makes a circle of light for everyoneand then no one outside learns of you. But the darkness pulls in everything-shapes and fires, animals and myself,how easily it…
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The Path Was Alive
The Path Was Alive the path was alivethis morningshimmerin’, slitherin’wavin’ to and fro OH! plethoras of skinksand prairie dogsplus the occasionaljackrabbit and roadrunnerdartin’ across the pathfrom the shadowsto the riverbankand away there were alsothe mandatory fence-sittin’pigeons and crowsout for the mornin’show –LE – 5/31/24
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‘June is Bustin’ Out All Over…’
JUNE Deep in emerald foliage, barky black and gray,moss frosted, giant, vine cloaked, arborealchia-pet Druids, the forest in repose. Hit-n-run Gemini rains leave the misty moorflush with flowers, flies, and toads.And the “real world” with its deadlines,dead-ends, and deadheads, screams“LIES, LIES, LIES.” Overhead, darkening skies adorn themselveswith plundered treasures of unicorn and dragon riders,the last…
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A Delinquent at Six – A Memoir Memory
I published this in my memoir last year, but I thought it would be fun to bring it back to show what a cool cucumber I was at age six–NOT! A Delinquent at Six I had been walked to school a couple of times by my Mom. After that, I was expected to walk with…
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Stew and Recipe
Stew and Recipe Closing, the waking dream unfolds, the path to consciousness — untold,The printer hums, the keyboard clicks, the cursor blinks, 1 human brain (shredded). The surge crashes, the mind blanks — consciousness returns. 2-much stock (quantum soup — quarks, mesons, pisons, and other subatomic nutrients — unprocessed). Bio-transducer/receiver translates the quantum runes,…
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Bird of Prey
Bird of Prey sitting in a dead oldbuzzards’s tree, preeningchecking-out the pathnorth and south, thenstaring keenly into the wash I’m not sure what it wassomeone said buzzardlooked more like a largehawk to me, buttoo far to clearly see four times the sizeof the strutting pigeonsI’ve seen in the parksand sitting the power-lines along city streets…
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Memorial Day 2024
A reprise of a memoir memory for today’s remembrances. During WWII, my dad was a radio operator on a Merchant Marine Tanker supplying the US Navy’s War Machine in the south Pacific. During wartime, the Merchant Marine becomes an Auxilary of the Navy. Dad received his training to become a radio operator at Great Lake…
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