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High Desert Art

Spring

3/30/2023

The
Pear
Trees
Are
In
Bloom
On
Third
Avenue,
The
Building
Where
I Lived
Still
Stands,
My
Studio
In
Other
Hands.
A
Magic
Time
Being
There,
At
The
Center
Of
The
World,
The
Myriad
Neighborhoods
Unfurled
Like
A
Spiritual
Banner,
And
I Was
At
Home.
I Dwell
Elsewhere
Now,
But
In
My
Heart,
I’m
Still
There,
Admiring
The
White
Blooming
Pear.

Listen 2

3/27/2023

*Richard Stine*

Poetry
Is
The
Thought
Within
A
Thought,
And
Ought
To
Examine
What
Hides
Inside,
Shy,
Reluctant,
Awareness
Coming
To
Exist,
Impossible
To
Resist,
In
The
Mind
A
Pure
Drop
Of
Knowing
Growing,
Every
Word
True,
Speaking
Just
To
You.

March Friday

3/24/2023

The
Sun
Wheeled
Up
From
The
Valley
Cup
And
Topped
The
Mountain
Crest,
Headed
West,
But
A
Cloud
Bank
Moved
In
And
The
Light
Grew
Thin,
Then
Went
Away,
Leaving
Only
A
Rainy
Shawl
Of
Gray,
Knitted
Just
For
Today.

Ceremony

3/21/2023

Traveling,
The
Road
Unraveling,
No
Map
To
Unfold,
No
Sign
To
Behold.
Hurry,
Must
Go,
Plow
Through
The
Snow,
Drive
Into
Rain
On
A
Highway
Of
Pain,
A
Dirge
In
My
Brain,
To
Visit
The
Dead,
Ten
Miles
Ahead.

Black Ink Only

3/19/2023

With
Great
Care,
I Fill
Out
Life’s
Form,
Age,
Where
Born,
But
I’m
Not
Quite
The
Norm.
Round
Object?
Square
Slot?
I’m
Not
Exactly
It,
And
I Can’t
Squeeze
Myself
To
Fit.
Sorry,
I’m
Unable,
And
Just
A
Stranger
At
The
Statistical
Table.

Unwell

3/15/2023

I’m
Muddling
Through
Some
Version
Of
The
Flu.
Yesterday,
Too
Tired
To
Take
A
Shower,
I Went
Back
To
Bed
And
Slept
For
24
Hours.
Here
I Am
Today,
Trying
To
Make
It,
Since
I Have
Edits
To
Do,
And
Laundry,
Too.
To
Stay
Current
The
Trick,
It
Seems,
Is
Never
Get
Sick.

Monday, Monday

3/13/2023

A
Panoply
Of
Scars
And
Bruises
Testify
To
The
Myriad
Abuses
Of
The
Flesh
Necessary
To
Mesh
With
All
That
Is
Required,
And
Yes,
The
Heart
Grows
Tired.
Press
On,
This
Day
Is
New,
And
There’s
Still
Vital
Work
To
Do.

Variations

3/11/2023

*Progressive Composite* Each 14" X 14" Oil On Linen

Turn
Away
From
The
Humdrum
Everyday,
And
Let
Your
Mind
Slip
Into
Play,
With
Lyrics
From
A
Lovely
Song,
Or
Poetry
Cherished
When
Life
Goes
Wrong.
Art
Can
Nimbly
Soothe
Every
Care,
And
Wherever
You
Are,
It’s
Always
There,
To
Savor
Alone,
Or
Even
Better,
To
Share.

Spellbound

3/9/2023

Brew
Me
A
Potion
To
Make
Me
Young
Again,
Taller,
Please,
And
Fashionably
Thin,
And
I’ll
Begin
Over,
Living
On
The
Edge,
Reaching
For
The
Prize
As
It
Sped
By,
All
As
Rich
As
Heavy
Cream,
Every
Day
A
Waking
Dream.
I Can’t
Go
Back,
But
I Can
Close
My
Eyes
And
See
A
Thousand
Blessed
Yesterday’s,
Caught
In
Golden
Scraps
Of
Praise.

March 7

3/7/2023

Today,
The
Sun
Was
Nothing
But
A
Frown,
As
Billowed
Clouds
Pressed
Down
Over
The
Town,
But
The
Tulip
Blades
Don’t
Care,
Absorb
What
Light
Is
There
And
Curl
Around
The
Hidden
Flower,
Awaiting
A
Brighter
Hour.