Written in 2010, about 10 months before becoming homeless, a piece from The American Daughter. Thank you, Shanon and Jesse Mitchell, for archiving this at Thick White Porcelain.
I’m feeling lost…
The cold damp
skies are again…
I had intended to write these words when first I woke,
While origami dreams remained in their folds
But the hard sun came in too fast; the morning fog
Too dense, intense…Continue
Midday, no breeze
a vacant punt beached…
Cluster of yellow
graces the eye
by Tommi Avicolli Mecca
I understand why you came
that bleak winter day
southern Italy was…Continue
Glimmering morning light
For what turned out to be a hidden reason, our sixth grade teachers taught us to sing an old song.
Flow gently sweet Afton among thy green braes
Flow gently I'll sing thee a song to thy praise.
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream
Flow gently sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
I didn't know at that time what a love song…
Winter’s grip eases
its harshness evident
Dewdrops at dawn
bathe the landscape
Sweet spring breeze
The symbolism is unequivocal: the egg in its serene ovoid beauty, houses the mystery of life itself.
And of course it's just plain fun to boil up a bunch of them and transform them into something elevated, beautiful, whimsical, or startling.
The BLP and I have a small hen house and 6 chickens that give us 4 or 5 mostly brown, and a few green, eggs every day. This time of year I am already giving some away since the two of us can't keep up with the production, but this week, I…Continue
A razor sharp
There are two ways to explain what something means or is. One is to craft a prose narrative. This takes a lot of time, and can create as much misunderstanding as it attempts to prevent. The second way is to list example, or to show pictures.
A good example of the first is with the many attempts to explain what constitutes beauty, or what is a fitting subject for art. Such explanations have been offered by philosophers, art critics and gas bags of all sorts, and invariably, the…Continue
Added by Terry McKenna on April 2, 2015 at 6:30am — No Comments
I find myself drawn to uninteresting places like this one.
It is nearby and I pass it frequently while doing my weekend errands. My grocer is close by, and so it the cleaners.
And if I take and evening walk I wall pass this too.
This view was in full Summer. If you studied design in art school, you can see just how this view is classically perfect. It is balanced and the colors are in harmony.
It is also ugly. An aging business that is so indifferent to…Continue
Added by Terry McKenna on March 30, 2015 at 6:30am — No Comments
It’s March the lane
is draped in damp cold…