Tag: Art
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Whiskey Painters
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 so Iguess I won’tbe flauntingmuch –LE Whiskey Painters of America (WPA) is a closed, exclusive organization. And no, I’m not a…
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The Lion’s Roar
The Lion’s Roarby First Aid Kit Now the pale morning sings of forgotten thingsShe plays a tune for those who wish to overlookThe fact that they’ve been blindly deceivedBy those who preach and pray and teachBut she falls short and the night explodes in laughter But don’t you come here and say I didn’t warn…
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The Elephant in the Room
The Elephant in the Room Sometimes, I get so tired of thinking and writing about it; or perhaps disallutioned is a better word for it. Nothing seems to change significantly, even though most of us know that it must for the survival of our species for more than a generation or two to come. Where…
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Dancing Till Dawn and Beyond
When the Sun Goes Down when the sun goes downtime to loose the soundlet the music rollfrom windows and stagesall over town dance in moonlit courtyardssylvan groves and barsbodies sway in synccommuning deep inLuna’s silvery light rhythmic enchantmentenfold us till allpassions are spentand sunrise dazzlesour red-rimmed eyes –LE
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Iaido Meditation
Iaido Meditation eyebrows growing outdroop past nose and chinshakuhachi notesswirling in the wind bird song behindwater droplets fallingreflecting-pool rippleswhile koi blow bubbles single cut with myquick Iaido bladesevers blossomand stem silk scarf pared intwo as it slides downthe razor edge of mykatana’s molten soul intention and actionare one already flowingin the instant ofconception. –LE
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Warm Day in February
Warm Day in February Mellow jazz inthe backgrounddog barking at hisshadow or mineor some invisiblepresence onthe windin the shadowswho knows 75 degree upperSonoran winterdry-heat daythe scent ofsage smudgeall around meready to driftaway maybe a visitfrom the Yaquimedicine manor perhaps myold friend Mary Jmaybe I needa Sonoran cheesecrisp first tideme over tillthe main mealafter sunsetmay getsurrealwho…
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Establishment Gatekeepers and the Long Con
Establishment Gatekeepers and the Long Con A post from a friend showed up on my FB feed recently. It was discouraging to read. It was a dismissal of anything but establishment news (the mainstream media), the very echo chamber (propaganda arm) of our neoliberal and neocon establishment. Have we learned nothing in the last couple…
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Road to Nowhere
Road to Nowhere Rode the loop todayto El Camino Del Cerrothe road to nowhereI wonder where(here here wherewhere there there–Stooges) crossed over theSanta Cruz withits reclaimed watertrickling along itsedge river otherwisedesert dry ocotillo hedge bloomsred after rainno blooms todayinpenerateablestems and thornsnature’s armor keeps soft-skinin or outspiny prickly wallsfenced-in gardensanimal pens heading homeroad to nowherein the…
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First Cut, Slow Down: in anticipation of Spring
Looking ahead, I have already had this experience. This is my recollection: First Cut First lawn sculpting of the season, doneSweat dripping from my shoulders and brow,Lounging on the deck, under an arbor-frame,stretched sun-sail, dappled shade,sipping a cold brew, mind wistfully wandering. Wind chimes on the cool breeze sing,“Slooooww… Slooooww… …
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