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High Desert Art

Inside

7/30/2015

Inside

On
Days
When
There’s
Desert
Rain,
Something
Alters
In
My
Brain
And
I slow
Down,
Drink
Tea
And
Think.
How
Will
My
WIP
Go,
Or
How
To
Paint
My
Model
To
Resemble
An
Italian
Saint.
No
Flowers
To
Water,
No
Urgent
Message
From
My
Daughter,
I can
Be
Still,
And
Let
Come
What
Will.

Sampler

7/28/2015

Sampler

‘A
Frown
Turns
The
Cup
Of
Life
Upside
Down,
A
Smile
Will
Last
Many
A
Mile.’
Stitched
Twelve
Decades
Past,
The
Axiom
Can
Serve
When
I lose
My
Nerve
And
Feel
A
Fool.
Then
I recall
My
Ancestral
Rule,
And
Smile.

Glare

7/26/2015

Glare

The
Rising
Sun
Gains
Power
With
Each
Hour.
The
Changing
Angle
Shortens
A
Bright
Rectangle
Cast
Across
My
Painting
Table.
This
Doesn’t
Last.
I blend
The
Colors
Of
The
Day
And
Gain
What
Remains,
The
Steady
Light,
The
Sun’s
True
Might.

Latin Lover

7/24/2015

Fate

7/22/2015

Fate

The
Elm
Tree,
Side
Trimmed
To
Please
The
Power
Company,
Tilts
Way
Down
Until
Parts
Nearly
Touch
The
Ground.
I stand
Below
And
See
What
Ought
To
Be
High
Above
Me.
New
Leaves,
Supple
Smooth,
Poised
To
Reach
The
Sunny
Sky,
Tree
Top
High,
Now
Falling
Upside
Down.
I hold
Them
In
My
Hand,
And
Understand.

Ugh

7/20/2015

Ugh.

A
Tiny
Ant
Trots
Across
My
Table
Cloth,
And
I must
Shake
It
Off.
Bugs
Bug
Me.
The
Desert
Encroaches
With
Stealthy
Critters,
That
Give
Me
Jitters,
Including
Enormous
Outdoor
Roaches
That
Annoy
And
Vex
Us,
Rumored
To
Be
Coming
Here
From
Texas.
I’m
Unsure
If
Humans
Should
Live
In
New
Mexico,
But
Where
Else
Could
I go?
Certainly
No
Place
With
Snow.
I keep
The
Varmints
At
Bay
With
Large
Amounts
Of
Death
Spray,
And
Wish
They
Would
Just
Go
Away.

Maybe....

7/18/2015

Maybe

Some
Days,
I long
To
Leave
The
Path
I tread,
And
Live
In
Books
I’ve
Read.
Another
Time,
A
Different
Space,
A
Face
To
Take
The
Place
Of
One
I lost.
I’d
Count
The
Cost
Well
Spent
When
My
Efforts
Seem
So
Bent,
I can’t
Find
My
Way,
But
Here
I stay.
Time
Holds
Me
Fast,
And
What
The
Hell,
This
Day
Won’t
Last.

Fable

7/16/2015

Fable

Analita
And
Joaquin
Were
Lovers,
And
Swore
To
Have
No
Others.
Analita
Was
Untrue,
And
Soon,
Joaquin
Knew.
Something
Must
Be
Done,
But
He
Had
No
Gun.
Instead,
Joaquin
Told
The
Gal
He
Was
Bored
With
It
All,
And
Dropped
Her
Like
A
Flat
Basket
Ball.
Analita,
Furious,
Stabbed
Him
In
The
Chest,
And
You
Can
Guess
The
Rest.
Great
Romance
Goes
Down
In
History,
But
This
Sad
Affair
Remains
A
Mystery
Of
Human
Excess
And
Heartless
Mess.

Web

7/14/2015

Web

As
I drink
My
Morning
Tea,
I see
Construction
Between
The
Arbor
Vitae
And
The
Holly
Tree.
Not
The
Long
Strands
Of
Travel
Spiders
Unravel,
But
A
Perfect
Circle,
A
Net
To
Catch
What
Ever
Passes
By
On
The
Fly.
What
Has
Made
This
Pretty
Trap?
Has
Something
Huge
Found
Refuge
And
Settled
In
To
Spin?
Nothing
So
Sinister
And
Mean
Can
Be
Seen.
I must
Take
Care,
Or
Over
Night
The
Unknown
Hunter
May
Build
A
Snare,
And
Catch
Me
Unaware.

Focus

7/12/2015

Focus

Telephone
Pictures,
Bleached
By
The
Sun,
Taken
In
Haste.
No
Film
To
Waste,
No
F stop,
No
Cause
To
Read
The
Shutter
Speed,
A
Finger
Tip
Is
All
You
Need.
Mr.
Stieglitz
Would
Have
A
Seizure
To
See
How
We
Spend
Our
Photographic
Leisure,
Snapping
Shots
Of
All
We
Meet,
Then
Casually
Hitting
Delete.