Erasing the past –collecting ash with chopsticks –infertile practiceembrace, learn, and recreatewe are clay – artist’s magic.
I offer Rage a chairinvite a conversation She rants about childhoodand neglect, powerlessnessin the face of abuse And I nod and remember,suggest she’s also feeling grief And she talks about cryingalone, no one caring, and howI don’t let her cry anymore I put up walls, I agree,and ask how I can help Stop leaving me […]
Wee rowan laddrums me into nighta fabled rhythmconjuring mysticaloneiric encounters There is freedomin dreamingslipping egoās holdsoul taking flight There is sorrow toofor when the drummerāssong is donemorning must come. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
What an irresistible title! I particularly like the kingfisher.
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He’s my fave! So elusive.
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And his regal name!
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True!
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V.J., your have some wonderful birds for this week’s challenge. Thanks so much for playing along š
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Thanks Cee
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love the black and white. š
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Thanks
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you are very welcome!
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This is all beautiful! ā¤
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Thanks Deborah. Not my best pics. Haven’t got out as much.
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