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1.20

Illustrated torso in progress







12.26

Upended by grief.

Need magic to heal broken hearts.







12.14

What don’t I know about you?

Meanwhile, this










11.28

More ready Some nice watercolors And mixed media All from the heart







11.28

Getting ready All my journals laid bare Pretty much







11.7




One changes

It's true that most of my work
couched in the primitive and myth
is no more
than illustration
of the thankless task
of being me.







10.26

I’m stripping my life ,
down to bare bones,
darning holes in socks.
It’s a poor metaphor
but
I just don’t know
what I need/want to wear anymore.







10.17

Just another morning.

She makes flower arrangements
in small bottles and vases;
one particularly precious-
a pink geranium
couched in green sprigs,
bound to win a ribbon
or certainly coos.

Percolating coffee
burps and hisses
while the hair
on my bare, crossed legs
object to the chilly kitchen
and huddle plaintively.








10.9

How easily
I am set aside ;
An old mug
Shelved .

Amuses me
Since the porcelain
Is admirably
Decorated
And
Often admired.

Can’t buy love.
Can't sell art.
Nupe
Nupe
Nupe!







10.5

why knot
this Gordian eve
this Harvest moon
that leads shadows
from behind shadows.

In robes
a little chilly
as I remember.

If all else fails
insert a dream.










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