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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.

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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

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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.

 

Lady poem 9.12.2020 – Niello

Tuesday, September 15th, 2020

latest Lady poem

Niello

The flush
tapestry of thinking leaves
hung just so by Henri Rousseau.
The acorn peeks through its
foreskin in peopled prosperity.
The sparrow, aplumb in hormones
slings its song, nourishing rosin
message in sunlight.
The sparrow waddleshakes and bathes
in padded static on the driveway,
a shrine of shallow ripples
on a pointillist radio.
I’m ever on the halfway stretch,
the exigency of a foothold purchase,
pulling fruit through the shadow shape
that floods its faithful containment field,
the torch forwards the apple in its
swaddled pillow of tunnel.
A purring car rafts a bough of freeway
through the whump whump of analog.
The backseat baby’s sated gaze
regards the niello of roadlights streaming
in the liquid night.
Be the light of every flying, bend the knee
on the now of the heart, expect good.
Be baby reaching for the mobile of stars
turning from the ceiling night.

– Lady, 9.12.2020

 

lady pages torn from the past

Friday, August 21st, 2020

Lady writes good stuff, but seldom publishes, or crows, or shows folk.

Some of these poems are from her 2004 double-sided book from editor Bree and her Green Panda Press (turn it over and it’s 10 poems by Charles Potts), while others are 2005-6 poems she taped in for readings.

She has another book on Dianne Borsenik’s Nightballet Press – Firecracker Mandalashttp://nightballetpress.blogspot.com/2012/09/hot-off-pressfirecracker-mandalas-by.html













 

lady scramble

Saturday, May 23rd, 2020

recent Facebook post by Lady:

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Jayce Renner has this great tool for poetry – https://cutuphaha.stackblitz.io/

First two stanza’s mine, third stanza the rearrangement from the tool.

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A little bit of unmooring is a good thing
Letting the rope slacken to enjoy the fern bouncing to the silver spring breeze which beckons like a reminder
of expanses of time like ice cores
filled with childhood oxygen

New green, grackles effing freshly on
the clean palate of a spring bough

is
rope to
of reminder Letting clean enjoy ice breeze oxygen
good the a of the bough
which like expanses a beckons
fern filled green, unmooring a spring
the spring palate of grackles
the cores little time
of on slacken childhood silver effing a like
bit bouncing new to with thing
freshly

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