We ate muffins out of papers;
spoke of logistics only in passing.
You bathed in tepid water.
The phone rang twice - I did not get up.
In the morning you left early-
left a note by the coffee maker
expressing your gratitude for the time
that filled the void.
I held the note for a while...
quite a while I think
but I don't really know time.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Friday Comes Early
This has been a crazy intense week at work and every since Tuesday my mind has been processing over and over one question, "Is it Friday yet?" When the end of the work day arrived tonight you know what? It was Friday. Well, it really is only Thursday still but since I'm at my max for vacation time or it gets truncated, I scheduled a day off for tomorrow. So Thursday is Friday in a manner of speaking.
After work I drove home, picket up Meghan (daughter) and drove back into the city to a gallery showing of work by the Kansas City area artist Jennifer Rivera. It has occurred to me that walking around taking in artwork after a long day or series of days is a great way to unwind. A glass of wine and paintings and it takes the handcuffs off your mind. I would say in this case it was therapeutic.
Jennifer's artwork is extraordinary with textures and colors that can be nova star brilliant or the darkened minor keys in a Shostakovitch symphony and the many points in-between. There were three pieces on display that I especially enjoyed.
After work I drove home, picket up Meghan (daughter) and drove back into the city to a gallery showing of work by the Kansas City area artist Jennifer Rivera. It has occurred to me that walking around taking in artwork after a long day or series of days is a great way to unwind. A glass of wine and paintings and it takes the handcuffs off your mind. I would say in this case it was therapeutic.
Jennifer's artwork is extraordinary with textures and colors that can be nova star brilliant or the darkened minor keys in a Shostakovitch symphony and the many points in-between. There were three pieces on display that I especially enjoyed.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Confession Tuesday - Wizard edition
Dear Reader:
It's been three poetry drafts, one finished poem, a car breakdown and a car repair since my last confession
This weekend our Mercury Sable broke down on the was home from run out to fetch carryout dinner. I was able to get the car pushed out of the way of traffic and with the help of a very nice man in a pickup with his teenage sons. They then kindly offered a ride home- a distance of maybe three miles. Fortunately I was able to return to the car later and it started and was able to safely return it to the home.
I confess that my future son-in-law who is a wizard with all things mechanical especially cars determined that the problem was the alternator and the next day replaced it with one from a junk yard - thus saving us boo-coup bucks. Okay, he's not like a Harry Potter type wizard but just a cool.
I confess that that this weekend I received word a poem I wrote maybe four years ago found a home. Of course I'm always delighted to get an acceptance letter but this one was special because this is a poem that came so easily and was one I always believed in. It was one of those rare instances that the poem almost writes itself.
I confess that I found myself looking at an e-reader tonight when we were out shopping. I also confess that I like real books better. I do have Kindle and Nook on my PC and while I have used them I have been a very slow accept them. Poetry books I want to hold in my hand.
It's late and I still need to write yet tonight so until next week - be safe...
It's been three poetry drafts, one finished poem, a car breakdown and a car repair since my last confession
This weekend our Mercury Sable broke down on the was home from run out to fetch carryout dinner. I was able to get the car pushed out of the way of traffic and with the help of a very nice man in a pickup with his teenage sons. They then kindly offered a ride home- a distance of maybe three miles. Fortunately I was able to return to the car later and it started and was able to safely return it to the home.
I confess that my future son-in-law who is a wizard with all things mechanical especially cars determined that the problem was the alternator and the next day replaced it with one from a junk yard - thus saving us boo-coup bucks. Okay, he's not like a Harry Potter type wizard but just a cool.
I confess that that this weekend I received word a poem I wrote maybe four years ago found a home. Of course I'm always delighted to get an acceptance letter but this one was special because this is a poem that came so easily and was one I always believed in. It was one of those rare instances that the poem almost writes itself.
I confess that I found myself looking at an e-reader tonight when we were out shopping. I also confess that I like real books better. I do have Kindle and Nook on my PC and while I have used them I have been a very slow accept them. Poetry books I want to hold in my hand.
It's late and I still need to write yet tonight so until next week - be safe...
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Mag 121: What I Count On
Still Life, 1670, detail by Jean François de Le Motte
The notes, lists, inventory of thought and miscellaneous,
my refuge for information is all there. I've come to depend
on a singular place; vertical and standing put.
My mind tends to meander more horizontally
these days and often drifts off path.
When I need to refer to something important
it is that assemblage of what-not
stapled to the weathered wall that I count on.
Michael A. Wells
Mag 121
Saturday, June 09, 2012
Saturday in the Park… I think it was the 4th of July
No it’s not yet July but for some reason this song has been looping through my mind this morning. Thank you Chicago! I suppose it could be worse, after all I am a big fan of Chicago but I generally don’t like anything to loop through my mind. Certainly that is the case this morning. We have an Ozone alert today so it’s probably not a great day to be at the park anyway.
Instead of the looping, let me turn to my journal and look for a few tid bits from this past week and maybe I can get this out of my head.
- “The writer, when he is also an artist, is someone who admits what others don’t dare reveal.” - Elia Kazan
- “All my life famous people have been dying from a distance/up ahead just over the curvature I see the tops of them on approach/the distance is narrowing”
- “a fan chops the humid air/throwing it back in my face…
- “This free market thing/how is it working for you?/Mowing the lawn is getting pricey”
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