When I was young I tried to order my life around. I thought if I played by the rules, everything would work out. But the rules wouldn’t play back. Once I gave in to the inevitability of life’s whims, what was happening to me became a lot more interesting. Not easier. Never smooth. But sometimes I found wonder and enchantment. And even sometimes grace. I just needed to leave a space without expectations to be filled.
I walk through valleys
behind a path that opens–
my cup overflows.
I know, there’s a lot going on here. Frank at dVerse asked us to consider in haibun an occasion when we were pleasantly surprised. It was difficult for me to focus on that idea because every day I’m surprised (albeit some days more pleasantly than others). The haibun explains why.
I was also working on a collage for the painting Jane Dougherty challenged us with, above, by Hugo Simberg. It doesn’t have much pleasantness about it, and my collage also looked somewhat apocalyptic to me. But the Collage Box Oracle had its own ideas about the images. And, somehow, it fits.
made of light
Does chaos reflect
the meaning of
The Inner Cosmology?–
on the unexpected.
…and, well, you know…owls.
Jane Dougherty posted a challenge (via Jerennazuto at itsallaboutnothingg) for a story about lost wings. I’ve been working on a series of postcard fiction responses to Paul Klee’s angels, and this one seemed to fit the prompt well.
Behind every door,
like a bird on fire,
she was gone–
into the light’s
The work of Klee’s I referenced here is titled “Angel in the Making”.
I’m interrupting my NaPoWriMo magnetic poetry series for a day to interject my response to Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange Microfiction Challenge from two Sundays ago.
“How can you shift what would have been the border?”
This one folds out; it’s collaged on a political mailer I got for last fall’s primary election. I’ve been wanting to try one of these for awhile, and the painting Jane posted worked perfectly.
It also continues a series of “What She Saw” responses to Jane’s prompts.
I’m behind on Jane’s microfiction challenges, but the paintings are in a folder, and I’ll get to them as I have time. The angels are on my mind for sure.
Back to the Magnetic Oracle tomorrow.
What to do between the silent secrets of stars?
Open the question at the crossroads of memory and your dreams.
Chase clouds of deep light.
Learn how to become a traveler in the unexplainable.
(in any order…)
For Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange Microfiction prompt, above.
lost and found
are reversed and
there is only one
For Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange microfiction challenge…an eerie illustration to a Russian folk tale by Ivan Bilibin, below.
There are some truly wonderful responses this week…go to Jane’s post and check them out.
My collage boxes, however, are still stuck in the between.
how come nobody
why inside why
And once again, as so often happens in these postcard fiction worlds, I see an opening that leads somewhere else…
we’re swimming in air
we breathe the stars shine
the waves send time deep
the moment faces the sea
tomorrow is eternal
Jane Dougherty’s Sunday challenge, below, inspired the usual shifting world. The tanka formed quickly from my word box.
Should we believe in yesterday? or tomorrow?