Category Archives: art
Another Jack
Schools are back in the swing and I’m wondering if nursery rhymes are still sung or said at home or school, pre-school or kindergarten. Here’s a medley of lines from some of the more famous, or not, from childhood … … Continue reading
I Spill
Endless blue skies, with heat, water shortage, and I can only write about blue … and more blue … I SPILL royal blue words as soprano rises cerulean falls below navy blue arcs up then beyond through aquamarine turquoise cobalt … Continue reading
Michelangelo’s David
Earth day is coming up on the 22nd and I’m remembering ten years ago when we were in Italy and I saw Michelangelo’s gift to us all, David, the real thing, for the first time. Marble from the earth we … Continue reading
The Bowl
I have one particular bowl, in use for years, but these days I put my evening meds in it. The memory of its making is a treasure and using it a continual reminder … THE BOWL a child’s hands poked … Continue reading
The After Image
Just recently I discovered a great-aunt, Georgiana Houghton, who was an artist and is now becoming well-known. She lived in the late 19th century, and her paintings are incredible, I’ve posted one here … A THE AFTER IMAGE celebrate the … Continue reading
Drawn into Words
I’ve written poetry all my life, starting when I was about six. Poetry first, short or long stories, whatever it takes to string one word after another … DRAWN INTO WORDS the first seduction – a line of ecstatic red … Continue reading
Mother and Baby
It’s almost Christmas Day. We get so hyped up on gift-giving, stockings, tree, the fun of having family around, that sometimes we forget the reason for it all … MOTHER AND BABY the wail of a newborn stills as the … Continue reading
Spring Senryu
The sounds of spring are as varied as music: birds, joggers, wind in lilac, lawn-mowers, click of cameras. There are lots more, listen and count the variety of sounds; here are a few … A A short lengths … Continue reading
Martine’s Briefcase
I was in a Grade IV classroom last spring and the teacher’s briefcase stays in memory, mostly because she was a teacher-librarian, no one busier, always on the run, always cheerful, willing … one great lady … with a bulging … Continue reading
The Yellow Crayon
Anytime is good to send the imagination winging in every possible direction and nothing is what is seems, even ordinary things have a gift beyond themselves, anything can be something else … … A A THE YELLOW CRAYON the child … Continue reading
