four leaf clover–
the greening magic
on different wings
June always reminds me of my childhood summers, spent almost entirely outdoors. Looking for 4-leaf clovers was one recurring activity.
calling me home
room to breathe
silent no more, in
the streets, witnesses we are
citizens, we are
citizens, we ask
for truth, justice, a way: the
way that was promised
that was promised in
all those lofty words: where is
the living of them?
the living has become
the dying, dying, fathers
mothers daughters sons
I looked back at my post from December 2016 and realized, like my repeated reblogs of earlier words and images after each new mass shooting, there is little new to add to these images and words.
Our world, our country, our communities, are caught in a tape loop of unaddressed violence, injustice, unkept promises, fear, abandonment, poverty, chaos, greed, and despair. We need a lot more than thoughts, prayers, and tweets from our leaders to build a better world.
our cells are
one with water air
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. Hard not to think of Monet.
One of the beauties of his water lily paintings is how they draw you in, to a space that is timeless and endless. Like we belong there.
ghosts of lilacs
shimmer with butterflies
For Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge #139 fragrant breeze.
Inspired by Phil Gomm’s “Metropolis” prompt, I’ve revived Headline Haiku for a New York pandemic collage. I originally did a series of these current event newspaper artworks on methodtwomadness, the blog I do with Nina (who is on an extended break), but I haven’t done one in a long time.
It also fits my current supply situation–most everything I own is in storage, and I do not have many collage materials in my temporary apartment. But I do get the NY Times delivered, and I cut them up for what I’m working on as needed.
I took two of the obituary pages from last Sunday’s paper and collaged it with images and headline haiku collected from the last month’s papers.
(read the story accompanying this headline here)
My city is hurting. It’s uncertain when anything will return and what form it will take.
But the lifeblood of the city is its people, and something will always grow and thrive among them.
I spent my childhood in Ohio and Maryland but I never put roots down in either place. NYC is my hometown. And aside from one apartment, I’ve always lived and worked either on, or within walking distance, of Broadway.
For the last 10 years, I’ve been able to walk to Yankee Stadium from my residences…and many’s the time I’ve started home to the accompaniment of Frank Sinatra after a game.
New York has been a city of immigrants for its entire existence. And it will continue to draw strength from its diversity as it comes back to life.
New York, New York…a metropolis in which to imagine a new world.
hidden under flowered fields
waiting for the moon
For Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge.
The moon was playing hide and seek with the clouds last night.
A somewhat koanlike message from the Oracle.
mystery needs time
what it is not