sometimes it catches you

it does ...
the light catches you unaware & open
vulnerable to it's glimmer dancing
caught there in a suspension between what is
and
what is always
bridged by the light
into
wholeness
trapped between shadow & white sparkling
it's a door
open

too much to say : Plum Tree, Sahel - dreamers & doers. . . .

There
is sometimes just too much to say …
too much to read & absorb in the course of our days ….
we are stretched tight in the hours & tasks set before us …
and
it is with that realization that I am humbled & oh so grateful to know a company of folks
known as Plum Tree Books
A fearless & fierce Leader, Artist & Goddess of all Things Stardusty - Niamh Clune, has gracefully allowed me to contribute and play within their realm.
I am lucky.
We are in the midst of dropping a new anthology September 15th : a world fusion-anthology of poetry, music, art, photography … words & images to bring awareness to the plight of a region in Africa known as the Sahel.
Please, take a moment from your 'too much' days … and participate, visit & experience this amazing community of artists.
On, a personal & surprising note … i even have a piece of art up for auction here .
A prismacolor colored pencil piece ( pictured above ) entitled Jym.  
( and a special thanks out to Mary Vaughan - my friend & art teacher for nudging & dragging me into a place where art happens …. )
There is sometimes just too much to say… too much to do …
Now … I'm going to go do . .
thanks for stopping past
&
a beautiful day to You !!! 

gemini moon at Beverley's place !!,

Guesting at ~

FEETFIRSTBOOK

Walking with Beverley


How cool it is to connect, blend & share across the miles .....

Guesting here !!!!


Thank you Beverley !!!

Mars Night

i
sleep under a circus tent
under a pinwheel chandelier
reading
Anna Karenina by firefly-light
tucked into my scarlet lofty cocoon ~
locusts thrum & hum
as stars
dirty-honey thick
call ...
owls and the masked ones
broken & bare
thick . . .
pulling at indigo dreams tripped out on
summer dust & particle physics
pulling through skin caught out on a cool august night
stark & stunned . .
pulling slumbered tendrils up to the milky white haze-light
to feed
the
souls of love warriors & poets cognac
pulling it free to tightrope walk its way
to distant planets
on fluffy socked tiptoes

never
looking
back . .

Solidarity .

Once Upon a Time, there was a
Lovely Lady of the Thames, Niamh Clune
who manifested a vast & crazy publishing house - Plum Tree Books
It became filled with artists, writers, poets, dreamers & drifters, and the occasional dancing bear.
This international tribe of creatives came together to champion not only one another, but the whole creative process. . . .

The Spring Anthology  , The Butterfly Effect   : AWESOME !!!
Then, there is Youth-Tube … a fresh & unique tool for children & art.
There is a sweet spot for music, book reviews , and visual arts
I know I'm forgetting something, but you get the idea ….

Along with that creative awareness, also comes an awareness of the Holes.
( this happens intrinsically with creative souls as we look to the World for inspiration & answers )
Holes : the places in our world that need filled with more than just our pretty words.  Places that need our attention and our relief dollars.
Places that need a light shined upon the cracked dry landscape, the famine and dust.
This place, is Sahel Africa.
Now, frank & compassionate discussion about places of need, are not the topics we turn to perhaps during the course of our day … but they need to be.
So we take our pretty words, and turn them to songs of hope, we take our pretty words and create a poem ripe with imagery where the dust sticks to the roof of our mouth.
If we talk of these things now … our children will grow up with an awareness of world & need, our neighbors will see perhaps a place they can help in very real ways.
Our hearts will open & we will come together - Solidarity .
This place is Africa's Sahel ….
We are creating an event

Look inside ….
A Song of Sahel


and be sure to visit DiAnne's Place ,
Shirani Rajapakse's Blog  ,
Claudio Fiore Music 
The Secret Keeper

… more to follow ….

The Coming of the ....

One hangs around writers, talking dogs, artists, spell-casters & dreamers long enough - magic happens. Sometimes it's merely rounding a corner into a poignant phrase, a story well told. 

Sometimes it shakes us, wakes us, takes us someplace unexpected, rich and transportive. 

This was my experience with Niamh Clune's recently released : 

The Coming of the Feminine Christ. 

here is the link for the book on amazon ,,,,

here is a bit of the journey … something a little bit … more

I was not expecting such a quest so deep and expansive ....  so personal. 

It seems easy & somewhat simplistic to use the phrases that pop into my head … talking points designed to intrigue & pull - 

wrapped in the mystic of the divine feminine, instinct to nuture, to love & the innate nature of belonging

We write blogs, cross-promote with a deft & subtle touch within the confines of our friend-clusters, from the shores of what speaks to us, moves us ... we cast a line out, hoping someone is listening. 

Well, with Niamh's book, I do indeed hope that someone is listening, waking and paying attention. 

The times they are a'changin'  ….

..... and to be our best selves, to pull from our hearts, to tap our minds ... the tools of the future are in our hands, and Nimah takes us on a journey form Tor to shore as she drops a pebble and follows a trail rich in myth & material …. so we may find our way too, so those of us on this big blue marble might be the best we can be.  

don't drink and edit

it started innocently enough ....
and I had been working since the sun broke thru the wisteria
on the west side
amongst the brick
and dreams
editing ... eyes on words
soaring with the story
transfixed
( don't tell Marta this happened ...)
( Ooh wait 'til you read her story !! )
soaked & steeped
a margarita called ...
just one
at five o'clock
all good ...
it happened outside ... in the afternoon-cooled-green-yard
the first time I spilled on the pages
first time
and
I found myself noting the spill with a turquoise bubble
and
explanation
'opps ... margarita :-) '
and I believe myself
hilarious & bullet-proof
or
100 proof ?
see ?
hilarious.
does your author need to know this ?
should it be more of
a
don't ask
don't tell
or
what happens while editing stays in vegas sorta thing?
or tulsa, or boulder ....
where was I ?? oh, yeah ...
I knew when I could not spell evoke
well . .
I had turned a corner so-to-speak
3 margaritas deep ....
I began hearing my own story
feeling my blood tumble & roar
dangerous
behind the pencil
3 margaritas deep ...
ssshhhhh ....
don't tell Marta .