Paint Pink

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Last night I went to Calexico to the Paint Pink show reception.  This is a breast-cancer awareness themed show – and the requirements were anything to do with breast-cancer or anything pink.

 

 

 

 

 

 

PP1The reception was quite well attended – I got there a little late so some had already left.  One thing that I did notice was that most of the work was very small!

 

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It was wonderful though to see that there were quite a few sales.

 

 

 

PP3My work was definitely the largest there – and I didn’t even photo most of it. You can just see the two smallest ones on the right here.  The ones I chose to take were my most pink work, I don’t have anything specifically to do with breast cancer.

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Sonnet Challenge #8

Another one from Darrin’s amazing imagination.  “Response to someone who wants to have their body cryogenically frozen after death”.  By the way, I’ve now gotten past half way to writing more sonnets than the Bard.  If anyone reading these has some more challenge subjects they’d like to suggest, I’m open to options.

Stone Cold.

Do you anticipate you’ll go to hell

and think your soul might just get frozen in

your body? Did you have a life of sin

that makes you feel you really might as well

just stay here?  You won’t bet on where you’ll be

upstairs or down?  Or do you disbelieve

in afterlife or relife – no reprieve

from non-existence? No eternity

for you.  You want to stay here in this flesh,

a jail whose rotting walls are stuck in time

by coldness, ’til the statute of your crime

has run and you can start your life afresh.

How little faith that you would want to stay

When heaven’s just a last heartbeat away.

Sonnet Challenge #3

This one was from Darrin’s challenge:  “The advantages and hidden disadvantages of hot showers”.  As you can see, I’ve used poetic license in the interpretation.  Please try though, to imagine yourself in the shower, and not me.

Hot Water
I turn the motel shower faucet on –

a test!  It’s up and down, or left and right?

At last, a stream, then, leaving it to warm

for a quick shower, I tie my braids up tight.

I step in, barely warm for a quick sluice.

I’d like some heat to help tired muscles unfold.

So left a notch, soap up, sweet scented juice

but suddenly this rainfall starts to scald

my skin.  I wince and dodge and nudge it right,

but now it’s ice!  I shudder, try to turn

it back to middle, but I lose this fight,

rinse, alternating between freeze and burn.

So maybe next time I will be more bold,

Decide to simply have the shower cold.

Creative Minds

Once you read this article – whether or not you’re not one of the creatives – it makes some interesting observations on why we stand out from the crowd.

The Sonnet Challenge, #2.

This is the second of the sonnets created from the responses to the challenge put out in this month’s newsletter.   Of course you will notice as we go through that topics aren’t always interpreted directly, sometimes I pretzel things around before I start.  This one was from Eric in Ventura and his suggestion was “Last Words”.

The Last Word.
By phone she needs to have the final text,

another word when none’s left to be said;

a conversation done but not yet dead,

a period that always has a next….

In person it’s the same, just one more “bye”

when we’ve already “bye’d” and turned away,

she always has to have the ending say,

she never can be done and let it lie.

I’m not trying to upstage her end,

my last response just trying to ensure

I’m with her and I did not just ignore

the message of someone I’d keep a friend.

And when I saw the battle was absurd

I gave up and let her have the last word.

 

Best dressed

Here are two of my biggest fans in some of their favorite clothes. 🙂

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If you order a tshirt, shower curtain or pillows or something else from the Store on my website, let me know!  I don’t get to find out who the ultimate recipient is unless you tell me.

 

I’ve spent years mulling over this poem.

I feel that I finally got it right.  Questions on the back of a comment if you don’t get the symbolism in the first two verses and would like to know what it means…..

Tribe

First the mirror,
then blood.

The heart beats stronger
than the tree grows
on the land if there are few of you,
yet the skin is more tactile
than the cloth;
the tongue
louder than the book, which is
more vocal than the anvil.

We run ourselves ragged
in the circles in which
we think we move,
tripping over ankle-height
revolving cogs
intersecting and grinding,
snarling with different grooves
forcing us to question
our motives,
your reasons,
everyone’s voices
until we are dizzy with
the mesmer of conficts.

We cry out
‘where is our tribe?’
But the tears on the mirror
obscure our true selves,
our image
and everything behind it,
fizzling into a formless haze,
blinding us so we no longer see
we should be
we are
we cannot continue unless
we become one.