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Faraway

6/29/2019

*Planet Minecraft*

In
The
Country
Of
Mullova,
Citizens
With
No
Care
For
Gold
Calmly
Watch
The
World
Grow
Old.
In
This
Life,
Absent
Of
Strife,
There
Is
Ample
Time
To
Think
And
Appreciate
The
Peace
That
Can
Be
Had
Sans
Dictators
Running
Mad,
And
Armies
Trained
To
Slay
Any
Who
Get
In
Their
Way.
No,
These
Are
Gone,
And
Here
Upon
This
Mountain
Crest,
There
Is
Space
For
The
Soul
To
Rest,
Knowing
All
Within
The
Realm
Are
Blessed.

Situation 2

6/27/2019

*Change* Cast Bronze 3 3/4" H X 2 1/4" W

In
Keeping
With
My
Youthful
Rage,
I fashion
Words
Of
Passion
Upon
A
Page,
Suitable
For
My
Now
Mellow
Age.
Once,
I paraded
On
Life’s
Stage,
Vain
In
My
Vaunted
Glory,
Long
Praised
For
My
Song.
Now
I have
Come
To
Be
Another
Me,
Possibly
The
Same
As
When
I began
This
Game.
I suppose
I am
A
Fallen
Star,
Now
Traveling
By
Used
Car
On
That
Rocky
Passage
Between
Renown
And
Flat
Ground.

Situation

6/25/2019

*Gesture* 24" H X 36" W Oil On Linen

I have
An
Extra
Beat
In
My
Heart,
Likely
Imbuing
Every
Thing
I start
With
A
Rhythm
I don’t
Quite
Hear,
Because
Music
Is
In
My
Ear.
I juggle
Words
Into
Verse,
And
What’s
Worse,
I’ll
Boldly
Fit
You
Into
My
Ongoing
Story
As
Though
It
All
Promised
Literary
Glory.
What
The
Hell,
I feel
Perfectly
Well,
And
Who
Knows?
Maybe
This
Is
How
Immortality
Goes.

Intrepid

6/23/2019

Some
Things
I don’t
Begin,
But
Stand
Outside
Looking
In.
I have
No
Desire
To
Jump
Into
Fire,
Or
Fall
Off
High
Places
Hooked
To
A
Wire.
I stay
At
Home,
Do
What
I do,
And
Every
Night,
Without
False
Fright,
Sleep
Safe
In
My
Bed,
But
Baby,
I’m
A
Warrior
In
My
Head.

Nuptial

6/21/2019

*Smith Apple 2* !0" X 8" Acrylic On Canvas

Painted
Long
Ago
And
Found
Again,
Wrapped
In
A
Skin
Of
Bubble
Wrap.
Just
A
Tiny
Thing
I meant
To
Bring
As
A
Wedding
Gift,
But
A
Rift
Occurred
From
A
Careless
Word,
And
The
World
Moved
On.
Soon,
So
Did
I and
This
Was
Put
By.
What
Happened
To
End
My
Friends
On
That
Fateful
Day,
I cannot
Say.

Herbaceous

6/19/2019

The
Blasted
Sprinkler
System
Is
Down.
My
Carefully
Tended
Patch
Of
Grass
Will
Dry
To
Brown,
A
Genuine
Let
Down
If
So,
For
This
Lawn
I have
Labored
To
Grow.
Three
Technicians
Have
Poked
And
Prodded
Like
Magicians,
But
The
Computer
Blinks
And
Sprinkler
Heads
Sink
Into
The
Ground.
Wish
Me
Luck,
But
God
Knows,
I may
Go
Out
And
Buy
A
Hose.

The Words

6/17/2019

I finished
My
Manuscript
And
Sent
It
In,
To
Get
It
Off
My
Desk
And
Set
Me
Free,
But
My
Editor
Sent
It
Back
To
Me
For
Further
Therapy.
Ten
More
Edits
And
It’s
Done
Again,
But
Now
I can’t
Bear
To
Let
It
Go,
You
Know,
Every
Character
Is
My
Friend,
And
I hate
To
Lose
Them.
Ah,
Well,
Time
Will
Tell,
And
Likely,
Back
It
Will
Come,
Because
I’ve
Done
Some
Thing
Editorially
Dumb.

Andromeda

6/15/2019

I’m
Waiting
For
The
Sun,
Although
The
Day
Is
Well
Begun.
It
Hides
Three
Quarters
Of
Its
Face
Behind
A
Cloudy
Space
Of
Whirling
Air
And
Granulated
Stars
Drifting
In
An
Iridescent
Wave
From
Mars,
All
Of
Which
Only
I can
See,
As
I quietly
Drink
My
Morning
Tea.

Weather Report

6/13/2019

Jackie Saunders-Ritchie* The Strength Of The Wind

I sleep
In
The
Wind
And
Get
Up
In
The
Wind,
And
By
Glory,
It
Is
Without
End.
Papers
And
Litter
Fly
Down
The
Street
And
There’s
No
Use
Trying
To
Keep
The
Yard
Neat.
Hello!
It’s
Spring
In
New
Mexico,
And
If
I get
The
Chance
To
Quit
This
Useless
Dance,
Away
I’ll
Blow,
Wherever
I Go.

Rest

6/11/2019

*The Hide* Piccadilly, London

Time
Flattens
Into
A
Circle
Of
Sleep
And
Dreams
Dive
Deep,
Memory
A
Disc
Of
Visions
Without
Risk,
Of
Imprecision's
And
Shifting
Borders,
Combinations
And
Drifting
Inclinations
Toward
Blurred
Faces
As
Distant
Places
Loom
Into
Our
Silent
Slumber
In
Darkened
Hours
Without
Number.