I always draw the Fool card. Zero. Nothing and everything. It becomes whatever is added to it, but if it is multiplied, it returns to itself. Dividing it is impossible.
My life has been a patchwork, unpredictable. The best laid plans always come up with new ways to fall apart. Sometimes this is a good thing, but I never know if that’s true until later.
What lies ahead? Be
careful not to chase your fear–
leap before you look.
A haiga for Colleen’s tanka Tuesday words, hobby and play. There is a long tradition of baseball haiku, both in Japan and America.
I first thought of Rickey Henderson when I considered sketching a base stealer, but then I discovered that Jackie Robinson was the major league leader in steals of home in the modern era–he did it 19 times–so I used photos of him as my inspiration. Just one small part of his extraordinary legacy.
This second haiga is for Frank Tassone’s challenge of swallows. When Ken at rivrvlogr posted his response, it reminded me that the place I see swallows in NYC is at the ball park–clearly stadiums have good nesting places. And always plenty of dreams.
I’m definitely out of practice with my sketching, and I forgot how difficult it is to draw catchers. But Opening Day is just around the corner…
Nina gave me a magnetic board for consulting the Oracle. This was her first message…of course she had to mention this week’s full moon!
In between all the rain and wind, it was a clear, if misty, night. I like the way the moon mirrored the streetlight rising over the buildings too.
breathe spirit from within
be nothing but a moon song
speaking with the wind
My poem “(and the devil too)”, a response to a mysterious painting by Omar Odeh, is up at The Ekphrastic Review, along with seven other wonderful illuminations of Odeh’s work. My thanks to editor Lorette C. Luzajic for including my collage poem amongst all the words, and for connecting me to the work of this artist.
filling the margins,
spirits clinging to shadows–
the witching hour
The title is taken from a song by XTC, “Dear God”, a still (sadly) appropriate commentary on the world that we humans have made for themselves.
This face is not the one I wore yesterday. Recast as abstraction, it chases illusions that will pilot my borrowed dreams. Today I am a galaxy of song, light, color and dance.
If I turn around
will I recollect myself
or pass myself by?
A haibun for the dVerse prompt of Mardi Gras, using synonyms for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday words “follow” and “lead”. The collage is based on a Cajun Mardi Gras mask. I also made the haibun a quadrille of 44 words after being inspired by Jane and Merril’s use of this very short form.
Seeds catch the air, scattering, dispersing, falling. They burrow under the earth, embedded, laden with green. They wait to be painted in rainbows, to laugh with joy as they open and seek the sky. They remember the kisses of bees.
The North Wind pushes back, sunless and relentless, chilling its moisture into frozen blankets of grey.
Sleeplessness holds me–
I like awake, listening,
heavy with the dark.
Merril at dVerse asked us to consider March Madness, using the haibun form.