Monthly Archives: July 2016

Serious Moments

  What is, I want to know, the truth if there is — Truth in the view of things I have, and what is The source, if it’s mistaken, of its errors? Do we come into life with minds and … Continue reading

Posted in My poetry, Poem Form, Poem of the day | Leave a comment

Driftwood

Poetry Journal her friends, the bric-a-brac in her dressing room, blouses, even a gesture as she¬†turns to look at you — will outlast her presence here The sentiment is frustrating and sad, but rather than rail against it. She resigns … Continue reading

Posted in My poetry, Poem of the day | Leave a comment

Bogie and Bacall, We Had It All

Posted in Art | Leave a comment

The Big Valley

In the 1960s, when Barbara Stanwyck starred in The Big Valley, my mother wore the Barbara Stanwyck aski. She was a hairdresser and a police officer, and that is an aski type that is used in uniformed police officers who … Continue reading

Posted in Biography, My poetry, Poem of the day | Leave a comment

This Double Life

I’m the Queen of the Dish-Pan. My subjects abound. I can wash the dishes in the sink, And they answer with naught But a clattering sound; I’m the Queen of the Dish-Pan. For I’ve pots and pans And kettles galore. … Continue reading

Posted in Art, My poetry, Poem of the day, Weird Fiction | Leave a comment

July 29, 2016 Poetry Journal

. . . from beginning to end is concerned with cities, vaults, sidewalks, curbs, streets, bits, bolts, fences, locked windows, narrows, frames, aching walls. [section] Whenever I visit you, I feel I am turning into Emily Bronte — my lonely … Continue reading

Posted in My poetry, Poem of the day | Leave a comment

Sketchbook from Diebenkorn

Posted in Art | Leave a comment