Fracture 93: Moving the Future into the Present
(1) There, there I see you – walking along the shoreline,the sun is your companion. The ocean wind is relentlessyou continue walking into the headwind. I see pieces of you fall away and in turnthe fragments begin following you. I close my eyes and see a version of youthe you of another time. Each fragment […]
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From the Ashes
Stripped to our raw selvesshed of armor and protection. Chaos and denial slowlyreplaced by thought and cooperation. The defining characteristics of humans,what makes us unique and capable, surfaces through the darknessand with glorious irony what forces us apartbrings humanity closer together.
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #21
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
Silent Objections
The calm water reflects the coldmorning sky coming on-line. Pierced by raven calls and lulledby rolling waves. Fragments I carried herebegin to slip into the water. The cold and water I have come to embraceas years have passed, has not changed. The same stones mark the way to an ice covered shorelineand that tree has […]
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Standing in the Backyard of Childhood
The dirt. The stars. Nearing midnight in late summer. A glimpse, fleeting thought, of that person I was. Standing on the patio lost in the sky, wondering what else is there. Feeling I did not fit here, did not belong, hoping there is a home out there, beyond the stars.
A Slow Start to 2020
As 2020 emerges from the cold waters, we take stock of the previous year. It feels as though time is speeding up, the older we get. The truth is, we are squeezing more from each moment, reaching out beyond ourselves, enriching the experiences we have, and walking more in-step with the world. Looking back, I […]
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If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #20
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
Jackson Pollock – Technique Analysis
Here is a link to an article that examines the “drip” technique form a scientific perspective. “Pollock avoided hydrodynamic instabilities to paint with his dripping technique” https://journals.plos.org/plosone/article?id=10.1371/journal.pone.0223706
Another Winter
Spring fell into an early winter. We scramble to remember how cold was last year? How much snow? Where is that puffy jacket? With little warning, no fanfare, the sky settles into the land, wrapping grey arms around each tree. The road home follows that reddish path mixed with wet snow into a hazy transition […]
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Stepping Into New Light
Three-months have passed since I stepped into a new day, awash in Minnesota morning light. This would be the first day free of layered obligations and responsibilities. Stepping into that light, I became acutely aware that the road ahead was not straight and well-lit; was no longer paved, marked with signage, and known so well […]
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