Thank you Ted Kooser for sharing such a perfect poem for this day by Susan Kelly-DeWitt. I think I may be at the end of my own long cold rope with winter on this day–when nothing is enough–punctuated by a Coke frozen solid and cleft in two thrown to the ground in the barrenest parking garage ever…’tis bleak… Continue reading Myself at the end of winter’s long, cold rope
Category: In-betweens
Cross the Divide, A Piercing Chill
Cross the Divide, A Piercing Chill, ©2014. Ink and ice and frost on paper.
Parthenogenesis
Parthenogenesis, ©2014. Ink and pen on paper.
Return to the Elemental
Return to the Elemental, ©2014. ink, watercolor, pen on paper.
Struggling with Magnification, Opposition and Exaggeration
Struggling with Magnification, Opposition and Exaggeration, ©2013. Oil and wax on wood.
Play louder. Winter is coming.
©2013.
The Space Between the Dark
The days are short, The sun a spark Hung thin between The dark and dark. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Two breaths on water
©2013
When the Frost is on the Punkin
First Frostings, ©2013. When the Frost is on the Punkin When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock, And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock, And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens, And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the… Continue reading When the Frost is on the Punkin
Black blood droplet through the fissures
Black blood droplet through the fissures, ©2013. Ink on photo paper.