if this were a map

In the old, scratched, cheap wood of the typing stand there is a landscape, veined, which only a child can see or the child’s older self, a poet, a woman dreaming when she should be typing the last report of the day. If this were a map, she thinks, a map laid down to memorize […]

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Bird Time

a children’s book… 3 young sisters plant a small elm tree in their backyard. Through the years… the three sisters begin to realize that the elm tree, is their home. The sisters see… that the elm tree remains with them… watching over the 3 sisters marking milestones and holding time… a tree of life… As […]

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blue and red

Between… spirit and matter… a blue painted feather. Flying red… paper worlds and words not read 2 birds. “…think of the bird as a teacher.  Approach it with curiosity and patience, as if it were the most important thing right now.  you do not have to worry about getting it to do something.  The bird […]

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bright yellow shadows

Birds Appearing In A Dream One had feathers like a blood-streaked koi, another a tail of color-coded wires. One was a blackbird stretching orchid wings, another a flicker with a wounded head. All flew like leaves fluttering to escape, bright, circulating in burning air, and all returned when the air cleared. One was a kingfisher […]

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Remember to forget

For me art shouldn’t be a fixed idea that I have before I start making it. I want it to include all the fragility and doubt that I go through the day with. Sometimes I’ll take a walk just to forget whatever good idea I had that day because I like to go into the […]

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Lost and Found

The Little House of Lost Play (Mar Vanwa Tyalieva) by J. R. R. Tolkien We knew that land once, You and I, and once we wandered there in the long days now long gone by, a dark child and a fair. Was it on the paths of firelight thought in winter cold and white, or […]

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Looking into the Open

The Open With their whole gaze animals behold the Open. Only our eyes are as though reversed and set like traps around us, keeping us inside. That there is something out there we know only from the creatures’ countenance. We turn even the young child around, making her look backward at the forms we create, […]

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