Saturday, September 26, 2009

A Poultice For Belief

My latest book came out this week and it is beautiful. It will be available soon on If you read my blog and find my book leave a blurb at Amazon.

Sunday, September 20, 2009


I see that my blog is full of quotes and my Cool Papa Bell photo/myth. But I have far from abandoned my poetry. My energy is going into transfromative art. I see a figurine that is broken and I must complete it with a bit of crow/raven bits. Above the computer is a bookend of a monk reading. His missing foot has been replaced by a crow foot. A white Greek figurine I found at a thrift store (10% off for helping to lift a piece of furniture onto a truck) has got raven wings and a splash of white that i noticed on a crow while at work this week. I have seen other crows with this splosh of color but as with the muse why now does it show up and say now is the time. I mailed my latest book of poetry off to Red Hen Press, for a poetry contest. I did my usual send a copy by dropping it in the wrong ie. metered mail and not writing Attn. to the specific contest. I called the press and never heard back and it wasn't returned so my awkward method of posting mail continues.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Alberto Álvaro Ríos

"He said: 'The worst thing a writer can do is to think. The best thing to do is to react, which includes thinking but doesn't let it act as an impediment or a censor. When you read something, you think something — write that down. That's what I'm always trying to do.'"

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Philip Schultz Poet, quote

"To not fear being vulnerable. Vulnerability as human beings is a necessary ingredient of their work. Strengths in their writing come out of that."

Monday, September 7, 2009

I have been doing some altered art; taking postcards and changing them for my enjoyment. adding a little myth to the picture. This one of Cool Papa Bell caught my eye at a thrift store. I could see putting a crow wing on it and the words below.

The Fall of Icarus
From a painting of
The same title
By Bruegel the Elder

Icarus fell into ordinary time.
His drama transported by wings
Overseeing the routine below.
A farmer plowing
A sheepherder herding
One walking a path.
Of this triad
One looked skyward
Maybe he heard Icarus’
Father screaming-
Another looked to his flock
A drop of wax on fleece

The third man saw the splash
Legs thrashing- defective wings
Anchoring the boy into the nonporous

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Loren Eisley

He wrote: "Sometimes of late years I find myself thinking the most beautiful sight in the world might be the birds taking over New York after the last man has run away to the hills. I will never live to see it, of course, but I know just how it will sound because I've lived up high and I know the sort of watch birds keep on us. I've listened to sparrows tapping tentatively on the outside of air conditioners when they thought no one was listening, and I know how other birds test the vibrations that come up to them through the television aerials. 'Is he gone?' they ask, and the vibrations come up from below, 'Not yet, not yet.'"