gently now

humble citizens eternally petrified 
warm mammoths ice entombed
broken vessels anchored deep
hard lessons in dying
peaceful silence

go gently now
gently

stallion skeleton

the old pyramid trick…inverted word triangle pointing to nowhere, or is it nowhere?
my, my, my crazy WP day with media snafus, love technology when it works:) though I must say the WP gremlins were fabulously helpful

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wooden ice and sock skates

I slid across my kitchen floor yesterday
wooden ice
sock skates
Mental Ice Capades couture
sparkling red
curling tulle at the hemline
I grinned
then did it again
I sang while gliding
despite missing a few notes
The windows were open
my voice quite loud
In this moment
she did not worry

My mother-in-law giggled
a candle flame
burning brightly
Easy laughter
released from a breast pocket
curlingwas having some fun sketching while on hall duty yesterday

apparently I’m on an Erté kick now – he really was quite fabulous!

billowy tail

this morning, my friend
I thought I heard you
thumping the stairs
more excited for my arrival
than old socks
warm from the dryer
I expected to see you there
a big smile for me
and the new day
rays of sun
reaching with tender heat
my friend
I must remember not to gaze down
to the bottom step
every sunup
the thumps I hear
are not yours
but my heart
stuck in sad echo
still missing you
so I must work harder
at remembering to look up
to find your smile there
 in a billowy cloud
the one with a thumping tail
ROcky and Mojo head tilt

leonada’s missing earring

she worried about perfection
ha, worry
nearly she was
face, figure
form, function
she appreciated the way men’s eyes melted into her mocha skin
women, well they frowned
she was too much
they didn’t have enough of what she had
everything was together for her
for leonada
until the morning she woke
and discovered
an earring missing
the pair had been carved from ancient volcanic rock
blessed by a miraculous shaman, now gone from this world
the earrings were light and
in their lightness
embodied spirituality to leonada
no one else ever moved in this close to her satin mocha
no one
just these earrings

now one was not a pair
and leonada’s underground eyes never welled
until this day
but only for a short while
she gazed long into her long mirror
then in one sweep – a seagull wing breezing the ocean
she hung the blessed earring to her lobe
her dark stallion hair tamed into a hoop of matching size
she turned away from her long reflection
and swayed out the door into the day
a small smile unfurling at the edges of her full lips

I woke with eyes blurry
window shades drawn
my bedroom black though the sun was rising
I smiled at the little glowing lights in my room
one each from the clock radio, the DVD player, the smoke detector
I imagined them
bright stars in a magical night sky
that’s what leonada
would have seen
I too, began my morning with a blessed smile
Leonada
and this, Leonada ends my subbing fashion sketches – thank you
may your day begin with a small smile

never been accused

fashion
I’ve never been accused of having it
there, out there
those ladies and gentlemen
you know who they are
they know who they are
who lived their first lives as display mannequins
clothes on their forms look right
and perfect
me
I stopped looking in mirrors that dip below eye-level
long ago
fashion
I’ll never be accused of having it
still
I’ll always appreciate those who do
it is, after all, an art form
ernst homageinspired by ‘subbing’ a fashion class – this – my homage to iconic fashion maestro, Erté, circa 1915-1932
created yesterday

digging deep

Often times we strive for deeper meaning
exchanging heartbeats for assurances
in our relationships
in our careers

in our beds
in our thoughts
in our art
in our spirituality

often times we must content ourselves with just scratching the surface
realizing the deeper we dig
the more heartbeats flutter away
and

the less light we see from above
lashestake for example this character, not sure where she came from and didn’t think about it while creating her yesterday…

happy wardsday

Steel bars
Rubber rooms
Cement cells
Padded enclosures
Underground wards

If you don’t occasionally seek asylum in your life
you just might end up in one

blogger g

blogger g

I wanted an excuse to use this fella again. He might be an amalgam of Jason and Hannibal stitched by Dr. Moreau – just the sort you’d find in the Asylum of Angst

mondayster, boosday, wardsday, fursday, frieday…hell-o-ween;)

mondaysters

Thinking holidays
and it’s time for some monsters
there are always monsters
good
and
bad
may the good creatures
blaze the brightest path
pukwidgienow here is a sweet fella
just don’t piss him off
if he turns purple
you’re in trouble
unless you have Twinkies

Voodoo Yellow Man/mixed mediarun very fast in the opposite direction
or start throwing those Twinkies
he detests litter, so make sure you throw out the wrappers 😉

were you beautiful today

beauty is found
when closed eyes
are coaxed open
enraptured are we
by the buff of commercialism

a ‘sellable’ pretty

genuine beauty
is submerged
deep beyond the belly of the soul

what makes us earnestly beautiful
is the warmth
we’re able to convey
to those
existing in the cold

were you beautiful
today

Caroline Hands Crossed

Caroline Hands Crossed

my daughter, a beauty every day (well, almost ;))