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bee patio by Lady

Sunday, May 23rd, 2021

Lady is blossoming amid her bees and bloom.

We picked up 7th hive Tuesday, having lost previous 6 past 6 years.

Day before, Lady built them a used-brick bee patio. We’d hauled half dozen carloads of bricks she’d found on FB marketplace, plus couple carloads slate.

Now she’s landscaping the patio, as well as our large back area, with ferns, hostas, flowers.

Amazing how quickly she’s transforming this place, inside and out. House is 141 years old, we’re in our 8th month here.










 

Smith library podcast feature poet for March 2021

Wednesday, March 3rd, 2021

I’ve recitations of 11 poems up on the Cuyahoga County Public Library podcast for the month of March… sort of my greatest hits from 1965 thru 2020 (a fine 75th year bornday gift thanks to Librarian Laurie Kincer).

My cancer-scarred voice sounds a bit gravelly, but for once, I’m happy with my reading.

The Sisyphus Efect – 1:15
Dear Occupants, Accidents & Occidentals – 1:06
Rant and Roll – 0:54
8-Ball Boogie – 2:00
Lamentation 5 – The Faithful Bewail – 1:48
Status Report 168 – 0:41
Marriage Proposal – 2:21
Yen – 0:39
Alone This Train – 1:00
Confessions of a Conservative – 0:55
Now Zen – 1:53

https://www.cuyahogalibrary.org/Services/William-N-Skirball-Writers-Center/Writers-Reading-Podcast/Writer-Authors/Podcasts/Steven-Smith.aspx

Lady was last month’s featured poet

Special Creatures – 1:10
Concrete Bridge – 1:52
Ancient Moon – 1:25
Weft – 0:32
Roog – 0:47
Summer – 0:36
Like the Fairy Tales – 0:44
Kisosen – 0:54
Recipes That Help Us – 0:52
Spring – 0:29

https://www.cuyahogalibrary.org/Services/William-N-Skirball-Writers-Center/Writers-Reading-Podcast/Writer-Authors/Podcasts/Kathy-Smith.aspx

 

the Lady & the Dog

Sunday, February 14th, 2021

 

(cut & pasted from Lady’s FB status)

Evening rum coke warms my whimsy. Always hard to get myself out into the evening cold, it being under 30 degrees, to take Marlowe out. If it weren’t for him… would I even know that the neighborhood has the flavor of Lewisham in London… we round the corner from our own Friendly Street onto a two story cityfront avenue, Pearl Road.

I tell Marlowe that the secret to fried chicken dinner we had tonight is the buttermilk. “You’re a happy dog,” I tell him. “It’s been a good day.” My mind all the while sings “One little two little three little ‘Rena, O… the Macarena.”

I tell us, “OK, up to the Jamaican place, then we’ll turn around.” He turns to me and takes calm note with his paces. When we pass the Jamaican place I’m motivated with enough momenthood to go as far as the next block to the dog groomer for some intense sniffing of brick and snow and corner of building.

Then the church yard next to the groomer, which is riddled with poo. “You can hang around,” I tell Marlowe, “I don’t mind, but don’t drag me in.” By this time I’m willing to take Marlowe double our usual distance, the rum having fully kicked in.

“Beautiful dog,” they all say as I hold him close to me so as not to startle anyone on the sidewalk home. I wonder if he is particularly beautiful – maybe impressive because of his sheer bulk, 130 lbs.

When we get in, it’s “Bony, moany, two-time Maroni,” and I offer him the choice of either a boney-woney or a chewey-woowie. He thinks about it and takes the rawhide with a gentlemanly click. I give him the milkbone, too.

– by Lady 2.14.2021

 

Thyme & Tyde, Again

Wednesday, February 10th, 2021

Lady is furnishing our new house (140 years old) with used items from Craigslist and Facebook’s market place because she tries to help the planet by buying repurposed rather than new. Got a great hand-painted antique Asian black chest with raised porceline or plastic figures for $35, several wood rocking chairs at $35 each, a carved wood and marble table for $50, a $10 metal owl lamp, etc.

Then she tried to replace her grandfather clock which she gave away when we left the U.S. in 2006 to live in 10 countries on 3 continets for 31 months.

She agreed to buy one. We went to the bank for the money, and started the hour drive to pick it up when we got a call from the husband saying his wife was mistaken, it wasn’t for sale. (Still wonder what was going on there… the wife perhaps trying to sell the husband’s clock behind his back).

Week later she tried another ad, and as we were getting ready to leave, the guy called and said he’d changed his mind.

Found a third one. Got the money, drove over, were let in by a young man who explained it was his grandmother’s clock. Lady glanced around at the art on the walls, and told the dude, “You probably don’t remember me, but we’re related.” Turns out they’re cousins.

The art was by Sandy Pollack, her grandmother’s brother. He’d died a decade ago, and his wife Miriam and their daughter had just died from the Covid-19 plague a few hours apart.

They started chatting about old family reunions, and he gave her two of Sandy’s owl paintings.

I’m thinking Reality jinxed the first two clocks so Lady could buy her grand aunt’s clock to keep in the family.

Reminded me of Croatia in 2005 when we decided to walk into town to rent bikes. As we passed a walled house on the dirt road, two dogs started barking enthusiastically at us, then the big black dog jumped on top of the wall while the little dashed underneath, and they both rushed us. Fortunately they were friendly, just wanted to be with us, and they followed us to town. But they were too enthusiastic, all over the place, in and out of the highway, causing problems, so we had to turn back. When we got home bikeless, we found our hosts had left two bikes for us. The dogs, which we named Thumper and Bambi, came by daily to play with us for the rest of our 3 month stay.

Once again Reality stopped us from doing something because it was already done.

Reality 2, Lady&I 2.


 

Lady: Library Podcast, 10 poems

Monday, February 1st, 2021

Lady reads 10 poems on the Cuyahoga County Public Library podcast (thanks to Laurie Kincer):

Special Creatures – 1:10
Concrete Bridge – 1:52
Ancient Moon – 1:25
Weft – 0:32
Roog – 0:47
Summer – 0:36
Like the Fairy Tales – 0:44
Kisosen – 0:54
Recipes That Help Us – 0:52
Spring – 0:29

https://cuyahogalibrary.org/Services/William-N-Skirball-Writers-Center/Writers-Reading-Podcast/Writer-Authors/Podcasts/Kathy-Smith.aspx

 

Tinfoil Dresses, Winter 2021

Sunday, January 31st, 2021

Gots bunches of stuff to post… have for awhile, but lack ego energy to do so. Maybe dribble it out in bits.

Dribble 1:

Heather Ann Shepard posted her Winter 2021 issue of Tin Foil Dresses featuring poems and art by c.m. brooks, Marc Mannheimer, Heather Ann Shepard, Kathy Ireland Smith, Steven B. Smith, Antonio Vallone, Russell Vidrick.

Check it out –

Winter 2021

(click on Heather’s owl pic to read)

 

Lady’s cat house

Tuesday, January 12th, 2021

Christmas day was a bitter cold snow storm, and Doug, the free-range neighborhood cat, let us know he might be willing to move inside with us, which no can be done due to our own cat and dog and the fact that a feral cat would spray our place with cat piss to mark his territory.

So Lady spent a couple hours creating a Doug house for him. Took duct tape, a large cardboard box, put insulating cardboard forms under it to get it off the cold wood, added bubble wrap, wrapped it all in plastic sheeting, and added a wool blanket.

Took it out, showed Doug, he put his head in the front slot to inspect her work, then climbed in and spent the next two days of freezing temperatures in it. I’d put bowls of catfood in the box for him.

Don’t know if he’s still using it or not, but it was a right fine Christmas gift that may have saved him… and definitely eased my guilt of leaving a life form out in the freeze.

So Lady’s cat house was gift to cat, her, and me.

(quickly stopped leaving catfood out for him because it was attracking the mange-crazed coyote)





 

wife… father… friend

Saturday, December 5th, 2020

“Wow! Smith has been counting, and he says that this visit to the Kitchen makes it five full years for him (60 months, 62 features)! He has chosen to share today’s post with Lady, plus his father, and collaborator Wendy Shaffer. As he puts it: wife… father… friend. Many thanks to him for those fine years of poetry with his intriguing visuals—and to his adept co-posters today for sharing their work!” – Kathy Kieth, editor/publisher Medusa’s Kitchen

1 poem by my father Pappy Smith, 3 by wife Lady Smith, 1 collab with friend Wendy Shaffer, and me.

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2020/11/so-it-goes.html

5 year quantum count: 509 poems, 537 fotos, 31 songs

Next month Lady has 7 poems and 8 fotos in Medusa and another Wendy/Smith collab.

 

Lady / Book Boy / Cat / Smile

Saturday, October 17th, 2020


detail Book Boy by Lady

2 from Lady this morning, her 1st lines after 5 days in new old house.

~ ~ ~

Early Morning Cat Magic

The immediate beckons –
The cat is not watching me
She’s watching the food bowl
down to the floor

We are not alone
in this universe

~ ~ ~

Early Morning Particles

I caught myself in bed –
just smiling –
and then I realized it —

“That’s OK, I’ll be grouchy
enough for the two of us,”
says my husband.


bad foto of Book Boy by Lady 17″ x 9″ x 8″

 

dead end brick road, last house on the left

Tuesday, October 6th, 2020


fotoshopped by Lady… she added the barn star, 2nd story shutters, hydrangeas, she, me, and the old dog Marlowe we’re adopting

Last August, Lady asked if we could check out an open house, off of Pearl Road, by the zoo.

When we got to the street, it said DEAD END, and I commented “I like it already” from my poet perspective.

Turned onto the one block street and saw it was brick. Liked it even more.

The house was The Last House On The Left, which is the title of Wes Craven’s 1st film, he of Scream and Nightmare on Elm Street fame… yet another plus.

When I walked into the 140 year-old house, I said “This is it.”

We viewed the house, bid on the house, and signed a contract for the house, all on that Saturday… then spent the next 8 weeks making it real.

We overlook the zoo, and during warm days outside we should be able to hear the lions and tigers and bears, oh my.

It was the only house of the 6 or so we looked at I liked.

 

 
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