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Draw-a-Bird Day: Birdlings are Back

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The Motions of Molecules

the patterns compose
themselves.  Shapes
of silence.  Supplicants to
the definitive.

birdlings close up 3s

This will be my last post for awhile.  Continuing my nomadic lifeI will be moving uptown 10 blocks.

birdlings close up 1as

The birdlings will be coming along.

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And I plan on being back for NaPoWriMo.  It’s just around the corner…


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Demented, unwanted, our dances are old–
we do not fear the dark.

We cast into circles, the moon for to hold–
demented, unwanted, our dances are old.

Our revenants echo as mountains unfold–
like orbiting stars, their shadows embark.

Demented, unwanted, our dances are old–
we do not fear the dark.

Inspired by Sue Vincent’s prompt photo, above, and also a conversation I had with a friend about a movie she had seen about Africa’s witch camps.

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I did two different collage interpretations.

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The poem is a triolet.  I’m still caught in repetition and rhyme.

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Societies all over the world attempt to contain and isolate the difficult and problematic, the despairing, the abandoned, the female, the elderly, the ill, children, anyone inconvenient–there are witch camps everywhere if you care to look.



March 2018

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march 2018 magnetic

I consulted the magnetic Oracle for my March grid, where I wove strips of winter photos with strips of flowers.  Her answer to my questions was enigmatic, as always.

like winter’s secret stone
dawns quietly
with pure shine
following the moon.

we ask

Some say
the path wanders
between frosted winds.


blue space 2

blue raven s

silhouette transformed–
matter into spirit—lore
guides the willing eye

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Suzanne at Calm and Chaos inspired me with her post this morning.  I also used Colleen’s words to illustrate my initial reaction to the first photo in Suzanne’s post.


Koan Collage: It Makes Me Wonder

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Question the dragon
swimming in air waves.  Enter
sky light from inside
out.  No two travelers meet
with similar seas.

I consulted the Collage Box Oracle this week for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.

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Clouds are always a rich source of imagery.

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The dragon jumped out at me right away.

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And the Stairway to Heaven, too.  It makes me wonder, for sure.


Three in Winter 2018 issue of Scribebase


You can see my poems and artwork and read the entire issue here.


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My skull is clouded, mute. My eyes can’t penetrate the storm of fog.  I wake at night with brain burning–not red fire, but an uncomfortably warm, rough, choking smoke.  There seems to be no ending; the black and white video merges into exaggerations of grey.  All maneuvers lead back into themselves.  I am ill with unease.

Trees stand leafless, calm.
Earth is soaked in melting snow–
awash in waiting.


An old collage, but I think it works well with the grey-themed haibun, done for dVerse.  I also used word prompts from Colleen and the Secret Keeper.


between full comp

The path connects the path divides,
the sky is rising like a tree–
the ending moves, retreats, and hides
what is, is not, has yet to be.

The sky is rising like a tree,
the land grows following behind
what is, is not, has yet to be–
an offering returned in kind.

The land grows following behind
the dance of water, spirits, earth–
an offering returned in kind–
a trance, a dream, remembered birth.

A dance of water, spirits, earth–
the ending moves, retreats and hides
a trance, a dream, remembered birth–
the path connects the path divides.

A pantoum for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  I love the rhythm of circular dance that this form always evokes for me.

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I photographed the art on many many backgrounds; it looked different on each one.  But I kept going back to these two:  vivid blue and wood floor.  Each brings out a different aspect of the painting/collage.

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Year of the Dog

dog 1s

Every dog
has its day—top dog,
shaggy dog,
dirty dog–
everybody and their dog–
going to the dogs.

In dog years,
it’s a dog’s life.  Put
on the dog,
hot dog, hot
diggety dog.  Tail wagging
the dog.  Lucky dog.

Walk the dog
and call off the dogs.
Teach the old
dog new tricks.
(on the internet no one
knows you’re dogging it).

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I’m going with the prediction that this Brown Earth Dog year of 2018 will see a rise of social consciousness and environmental awareness, and the return of generosity and feelings of fellowship and community.

Our language is filled with phrases that include the word “dog”.  I had fun stringing some of them together with a multi-patterned dog mask as accompaniment.  And you can see my original post about Bliss, the dog pictured above, here.

Koan Collage: Free Your Mind

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Empty out
all those illusions
and just be
the deep blue
sea, the force of green earth, the
nothing, listening.

ClearCatrin Welz-Stein Tutt'Art@

This collage koan was inspired by the dVerse prompt to respond to the wonderful art of Catrin Welz-Stein, above.  I did my collage and poem before I looked on her website for the title of the art:  “Free Your Mind”.  Perfect.

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I did this in two parts.  First, the background, above (without words).

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Then the top piece.  I put them together and added the words.

Visit the website of this amazing artist:   Catrin Welz-Stein, featured at

What a wonderful prompt!  Thanks Lillian and Catrin!