Moonlight - Henri-Joseph Harpignies
"Take the Artist...and his work: in order for his work to be really good, he needs to be still and hear only the language of the Angels." - Paulo Coelho Manuscript found in Accra
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Sunday, November 24, 2013
at 6:58 PM
....well, I have decided to sort through
my rather large collection of photos
of the landscape, the architecture, the sky scapes
before I became so busy
be back soon with
Saturday, November 23, 2013
at 8:35 AM
My second grade teacher liked to ask us,
“How do you feel today, on a scale of one to ten?”
Ten always meant I’m super, thank you
and one was always not today, Mrs. MacAuley, not today.
But I never liked numbers, they would always
twist and rebel against my mind so I chose
to speak in colors instead.
January third - I am the color
of mint chocolate chip ice cream
but I’ve eaten all the chocolate chips.
I am calm.
February seventh - I am a bruise of
blues and violets today. I think it would
be best if I sat by the window.
These are unhappy colors.
April eleventh - I am turquoise, I am magenta,
I am every color in the rainbow.
April thirtieth - I am gray, I am silent.
May first - I am orange, the color of melting
creamsicles on a beach in July.
June twelfth - I am as yellow as the school bus
that will bring me home to summer. I am free.
Twelve years later, I still use colors.
The winter makes me feel cobalt blue, the ocean
turns me a seafoam green. Violets and purples
leave me uneasy and scarlet is a fever of fury.
Some nights I drown in shades of navy, denim,
and cornflower but other nights I meditate in forests of
harlequin and shamrock.
you leave me a blinding white followed by a soft yellow:
the color of sunlight after a period of darkness.
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