...and they lived happily ever after. Smith & Lady: poets, artists, photographers & adventurers.
Our relationship was forged to the soundtrack of Yoko Ono's magic,
frenetic, love-laden song, "Walking On Thin Ice." ( play song )
Archive for the ‘Art’ Category
Saturday, April 15th, 2017
Lady K published her online seasonal poetry/art journal this morning minutes before we left for the MetroPark Canalway reading celebrating it.
Absolutely excellent issue featuring Laura Dumm, Robert Lee Haycock, Bree Zlee Bodnar, Michael Joseph Arcangelini, Tim Joyce, Marc Steven Mannheimer, Chris Cipriani, Russell Vidrick, John Swain, Christina M. Brooks, Tim Green, Maj Ragain, Heather Ann Schmidt, D.R. Wagner, Satya Robin, Jim Lang, Kevin Eberhardt, Lady K, and me.
The City Spring 2017 issue – see we for free here >
A White-breasted Nuthatch
a Red-bellied Woodpecker
and an American Goldfinch
meet and eat at the suet
with nary a bomb in sight
though two male Cardinal reds
do fight flight
over yellowbrown female friend
– Smith, 4.15.2017
Tuesday, January 10th, 2017
painting of Smith by Ken Motz
Self Portrait 2
Better clown than clone
better up than down
Worse with people than alone
prefer smile over frown
Self Portrait 3
Of the hour of the wolf
(3 to 5 am)
plus the hour of the ghosts
and the hour of the owl
(dawn and dusk)
I’m in dawn of owl
– Smith, 1.10.2017
painting of Smith by Ken Motz
Monday, January 9th, 2017
detail of piece by Mother Dwarf Smith 1926-2005
oozes wet and warm
through hand-colored present
Blacks turn grey
darks leak light
lets loss in again
Pain of birth
fades in time
with child’s growth
in season’s intersect
Old wrong turns
tint situational current
And so we let it all go
wait in slow grow
– Smith, 1.9.2017
Wednesday, January 4th, 2017
Conversation with Wife 32
“Why did the French man leave the beaten path?”
You gettin’ up?
Good, I’m taking your spot of heat in bed.
“You a thermofile?”
No, I’m more of a thermofolder.
My first pun of the day…
You’re putting sugar in your coffee
“Why not, it’s New Year’s day.”
But I offered sugar this morning
and you said no.
“I have my whims.”
“My whims, my whims, my whims.”
Is that why you’re called women?
Are your nail-polished toes going to show?
So they’re no show toes
I used to hunt noshotos in Japan
on the island
around the base of that big mountain
Rubbing the bristles on my cheek,
I tell Lady, you know, I’m part werewolf…
though not werewolf exactly-
more their distant cousins, the waswolves.
– Smith, 1.4.2017
Tuesday, January 3rd, 2017
Monday, January 2nd, 2017
In the mind mess of upcoming loss of one neckbone, car being hit in side, and MandyCat dying, I forgot to post my December 23rd feature in Medusa’s Kitchen – check out 9 poems, 9 fotos, and 1 fine unChristmas song at http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2016/12/news-from-great-gauze.html
More poems coming because Mary E. Weems, Wendy Shaffer, Celeste McCarty, Lady K, Adam Brodsky, and myself are writing a poem-a-day through Januweary.
Knock on Would
I want one thousand furry cat tails
swishing happy against my skin
as I’m soothed with the rumble
of one thousand purrs
and held captive as I gaze
into two thousand eyes
green grey orange snake
weighing me for friend or snack
– Smith, 1.2.2017
Tuesday, December 27th, 2016
Lady K’s become the Cake Lady.
She made an antique book cake for Michael O’Brien’s bookstore closing a week ago.
And for Christmas she made an upside down sweet onion cornbread savory cake.
And same day (it took her three days of making fondant reindeer and magic mushrooms and Christmas trees, plus the white chocolate birch bark) she made a gingerbread cake (which included Guinness Stout as an ingredient) with whipping cream & mascarpone cheese icing, surrounded by white & dark chocolate birch bark topped by a scene of trees, magic mushrooms, and a reindeer of homemade fondant.
Then she made a fondant bull because she gives one family member a homemade bull each Christmas to inspire financial success in the coming year.
I’ll be putting up an agentofchaos page documenting all this in a few weeks, but here’s a taste of her Christmas baking.
Thursday, December 8th, 2016
Lizard Brain Wants!
I’m down to strong grass
and strong coffee
and I’m out of grass.
Time to sage the soul.
– Smith, 12.8.2016
Friday, December 2nd, 2016
her third try at drawing Tsi-s-de-tsi
her first two attempts
Lady’s been writing an alternate Earth novel where a 4-foot female Cherokee mouse named Tsi-s-de-tsi is Captain of a large ocean sailing ship with a crew of 6-foot rats who have rescued a young human girl named Beatrice and an even younger human boy named Hill. It’s for both children and adults. She has 64 pages so far, and the writing is beautiful, the story interesting.
Here’s a taste of four recent pages.
I pronounce Tsi-s-de-tsi (the Cherokee word for mouse) as Siesta-sea, but the actual Cherokee pronunciation is something else. You’d have to check online for itthe correct pronunciation.
She reads each new section to me as it is written, and I am thoroughly enjoying it.
Saturday, November 26th, 2016
This is my 12th month featuring in Medusa’s Kitchen… 9 poems, 9 fotos, 1 song.
As usual, editor/publisher Kathy Kieth’s layout is superb. I’m grateful for her generosity.
Now to continue month by month into the unforeseeable future.
Free will ain’t free
more fee will if you please
when you don’t bow down on knees
Philosophy is song sung of soul and self
to restock the shelf
A few hints to focus flow
help shoulder the burden of go
Every moment has 360 degrees of exit
but when is best to flex it?
Can’t stay past, future ain’t here
then don’t last, when not near
Don’t run the wheel
repeal the deal
Past talk shapes tomorrow’s lips
As the child is father to the man
we are mother to our darkness
give birth to our own sin
Gettin’ weary but ain’t givin’ up
this burden on back busting my nut
keep sloggin’ thru muck
hopin’ for luck
can’t quit cuz no consolation prize
unless reward is giving up lies
otherwise work till you die
in this worship of why
– Smith, 11.26.2016