Monstrous Blanket Piles

Well, my friends-
It is Thanksgivingpalooza again…
Boatloads of Italians will begin arriving at my door tomorrow.
The crowd will blossom to 25+ for Thanksgiving then I will have 21 lovely people sleeping under my roof…
Needless to say, my laptop will most likely be lost beneath monstrous blanket piles.
For those who celebrate, I wish you a warm and wondrous holiday. For those who don’t, I wish you lovely days ahead.
If I recover both my laptop and my sanity, I’ll return after a short regroup. 🙂
Thank you.

In the words of my friend, Simon Tocclo of Liberian Me
PEACE, LOVE AND LIGHT
am:)

Squanto

Behind many holiday histories, both good and bad events exist. When we celebrate, let’s not forget to honor the memories of those who lived through one side or the other.

Squanto art previously published

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Thanksgiving is a fowl day for some…

Today I saw a turkey with bribe money crossing the road to hide behind some chickens

Drumsticks

Turkey art first published last Thanksgiving

code red

She color coded files
to keep the career rainbow in order
blue, history
red, language arts
green, science
yellow, foreign languages
then left her publishing job
to be home with a pink baby
She color coded infant toy baskets
blue, interactive pieces
red, assorted blocks
green, educational soft books
yellow, miscellaneous
the pink baby grew up
and kept a messy closet

She went on
color coding hangers now

to keep part-time employment wear in order
blue, short sleeves
red, long sleeves
green, button blouses
yellow, pants
She woke one morning
to an after rain rainbow
casting light upon her closet
over amber tea
in an ecru mug
her clothes confessed
they were tired of sameness
and so was she
parrotah color me beautiful, just don’t make me crazy;)

restroom ruminating

Leave it to a small desk
propped in the corner of a long hallway
vanishing to a point
In this bland corridor
classroom doors will soon close
after the cantankerous bell tolls
I feel a bit like Tiny Tim Cratchit
or Cinderella (before the change)
Sitting in a lonely little chair
wishing I was near dead embers
rather than sitting sentry by kiddie restrooms, Period 2
Time to dwell
Time to write
Time to think
Time to ask security guard Frank
what’s going on with his Florida dream
He holds out hope for cheaper citrus
At the far end of the cinder block
a gaggle of giggling girls
is headed outdoors for gym
now called PE
Like revised timeline terms
once AD (Anno Domini/”in the year of our Lord”) and BC (Before Christ)
now BCE (Before the Common Era) and CE (Common Era)
We’re living commonly now
Did you know?
I can see through the bolted steel fire door
the rain has stopped
Today while heading home from subbing
I learned not to drive beneath trees with the sunroof open
after a rainstorm
Geez,
you’d think with all the time I’m spending back in school lately
I’d be a lot smarter by now 😉
sasquatcheven Big Foot finds little rocks to sit on
this guy created last summer with Tombow marker and Prisma pencil

game odds

a shiny new toy
perfect doll sliding out of its box
entering a game
sans instruction manual
only pretty little cards labeled
deep dramas
up down friends
frenetic flirtations
in out romances
off we go ’round the board
doll stitches tightening
crossing over and under
the fabric
holding our insides together
sometimes unraveling
when the pink and yellow money
runs out
we don’t collect a vacation
step on a wrong space
and get caught beneath a trap
’round the paces we traverse
gathering pieces along the way
letting others go
when they no longer prove useful

and when we finally reach that place
there’s one last move
before
the game is over

Heart Jester

Heart Jester

this guy has been ’round the block a few times

the antithesis of wisdom

I don’t agree with Golding
I believe there is tremendous capacity for Good
innate human Kindness
though Survival is instinctual
education is the bedrock of Peace
Savagery is learned too
but it is the antithesis of wisdom
lord of the fliesin William Golding’s novel, Lord of the Flies, the wild boar’s head symbolizes the devil…
The big son is currently reading this novel in school though he’s read it many times before.
This head was made for a class project.
It’s constructed with a large styrofoam ball, a plastic cup, a partial cat mask, sponge pieces for filler, oodles of duct tape to hold all this crap together then covered in clay and painted…it was quite fun to art direct 😉

what is it you want

what is it you want
insides turned out
limbs astray
hearts cut away from spines
’til the beating stops
praying one day
all are
cloaked and restricted
from a world
created for life to be lived

Know this
the beating will never cease
not in one thousand lifetimes
it is in your head
between the eardrums
the singular
boom, boom, boom
of hatred
the same pounding
of flesh
of tearing
of bodies rendered lifeless
while
you pray to meet
One who would never
cut hearts away from spines

Earth's Angel

Earth’s Angel

thoughts of peace across the ocean

southpaw warrior

southpaw warrior
wielding a just sabre
for righteousness
unsheathed in sparking white
gaining action by wind arc
inked blood contract
philosophies demanded
upon lofty principles
enforced with pride
beliefs carved upon singular roads
will not lead
southpaw warrior
to peace

Who

Who

MeAnn der Ingline

me
Ann
need the Marie
Ann not long enough
for my height
like a line
you might let loose
and watch it grow
into a friend
who you can name
after a chat reveals
her head wants
and heart desires
her name is
MeAnn
der
Ingline
curve hornhead
MeAnn der Ingline born while waiting in a waiting room