Jane Eyre

By on Feb 26, 2015 in Poems

Jane Eyre   I blundered onto the moors with my coffee breath and my hands wrung blue with grief.  The air was four walls, a darkened room of mist, a grounded cloud that followed me, ghosted me. I was crazy with his name    his face    the longing for him the telepathic, tele-pathetic lifeline we shared, my heart all strung up and spun around him. I was dizzy with it, I was spinning. I wanted to go away from him but I had nowhere to go. I wanted to go to him but I did not know where to go. He perfumed and bewitched the gray air that cloaked me, spooned me. It was like this for a long time. After a while there was no time. I was small. I wanted to be even smaller. I do not know how to categorize what came next or what day it was but there was one moment that changed it all. I thought I saw the sizzle of a yellow bird flicker in the distance. I thought I saw it leap through a break...

Stars Sparked

By on Feb 23, 2015 in poetry, soulful gifts

Greeting cards loaded to the new shop, at last. Check them out here.

Stay the Course

By on Feb 20, 2015 in art, Authenticity

My only regret is that I wish I’d had more confidence in art and in my abilities, so that I wouldn’t have wasted so much time being scared that I couldn’t make a living, or that I couldn’t write or paint. I wasted too much time working at jobs just for money, and I wish I had been more creative in living. I spent much of my time being depressed, thinking that this is just the way life is – you have to get a useless job. I guess I’m talking about times when I felt lost in my art and I didn’t know that I could do what I really love, and the money and all that takes care of itself. I wasted time heading in the opposite direction from where I really wanted to go. The joyful thing would have been to do my writing, my painting, to spend time with what I really loved. That’s what we need to do instead of thinking what we ought to do, which is, ‘I ought to make a living,’ or ‘I ought to have a sensible job.’ I didn’t need to do that. I could have gotten right to it, right to doing what I truly love. That has to do with self-knowledge; we must discover what we love and what work we are meant to do. And we need to find out as early as possible, before the world is successful at confusing us with expectations about what our roles are, and what our jobs and duties should be.

Maxine Hong Kingston, interviewed in On Women Turning Forty by Cathleen Rountree

Her True Life

By on Feb 18, 2015 in art, Authenticity

A few weeks ago I gave an artist talk to a small troupe of boy scouts. They were between the ages of 9 and 11 and of various ethnic backgrounds. I learned the boy scout handshake and I cited the pledge of allegiance – surprised that I actually still remembered it! (But good thing we didn’t need to sing the national anthem, because then I might have been in trouble.) I was in awe of these boys and how inquisitive they were of the artistic process. I showed them some examples of my work and explained how I arrived at the collage through two avenues: photography and poetry. At some point we were talking about how I got started in art and why I did specifically what I was doing. One boy asked me why I chose poetry. This question blew my mind. I was thinking about these young people and hoping to encourage them in some small way to listen to this true thing inside them, that can...

A Book Should Be a Ball of Light

By on Feb 16, 2015 in books and publishing, poetry

Friday night I was at Barnes & Noble, waiting for a call from a friend I was to meet with later, and needing some time outside the house. This is Southern California. It’s February. The night air was almost balmy. I’d heard that Mercury retrograde had ended recently, a relief to those that subscribe to its edict that all things, especially electronic, shall malfunction under its effect. But it seems to me that Mercury is always retrograde – what is up with that? The moon was full, too, but I don’t recall seeing it that night. Up on the second floor of Barnes & Noble I was looking at the poetry books. A couple of times the floor trembled, I mean literally shook, and I was, for a second, afraid. At first I thought it was an earthquake and that we might fall through the center of the floor which seemed to be lacking the proper supports (well, in my mind, it...

She Felt Herself Opened

By on Feb 13, 2015 in poetry

Lately I’ve been perusing the poetry section at my local library. This is the library I grew up going to, in the town, since I was very young, I always wished to move away from. I’d all but discounted this section in this library. I thought of it as something dead, not living. I never see anyone looking at these books or inquiring about them. Ever. And I’m at the library a lot. It’s not a large section and there aren’t that many very new books in it. And yet one Sunday a couple weeks ago I found myself feeling something real and fresh while I thumbed through these books. I felt poetry to be alive and very real and vital. It made me want to cry. I’ve been reading poems by poets I haven’t considered before. Raymond Carver – a poet, famous for the mark he made in literature for his short stories, and not to be confused with George Washington...

Poetry as a Spiritual Practice

By on Feb 10, 2015 in poetry, spirituality

“…All that speaks to some sort of belief in, or at least longing for, more than the material. So that’s one thing. It’s axiomatic, too, to say that the arts historically split off from their religious function. But it seems to me that art has always trafficked in the spiritual. It may confirm the doctrine of some religion or may transgress it, but it is interested in ultimate reality, in the sacred. Anyone who deeply practices an art form connects with that. From the outside, though, art has been secularized, commodified, trivialized. I experience the writing of poetry as a spiritual practice, and I bet any other poet would say a version of the same thing, even if he or she didn’t use the word ‘spiritual.’ ” Kim Addonizio, interviewed by Tod Marshall in Range of the Possible This image available in my store....

Full of Poetry

By on Feb 8, 2015 in soulful gifts

You can purchase this pendant here, in my store.  


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