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High Desert Art

The Work

10/30/2021

Where
There
Is
Passion,
There
Is
Art,
But
Everyday
Reason
Threatens
To
Sweep
Dreams
Away
And
Leave
Only
Silence.
Still,
We
Strive
To
Write,
To
Paint,
To
Sing,
Free
Of
Constraint
And
Devil
Time,
To
Fashion
Another
Story,
One
More
Image,
One
More
Rhyme.

Mahler's 5th Symphony: Adagietto

10/28/2021

*Iris* 16" X 12" Acrylic On Canvas

Though
Not
Long,
The
Music
Pierces
My
Soul
With
Arrows
Of
Song,
Every
Loss
And
Gain
Captured
In
The
Lyrical
Refrain,
All
Of
Time
Contained,
Every
Strain
Alive
With
Hope
And
Pain,
And
I Listen
Over
And
Over
Again.

Pressed

10/26/2021

My
Kitchen
Is
A
Treasure
Trove
Of
Dust.
I Really
Must
Clean
The
Stove,
A
Drove
Of
Spills
Decorate
The
Inner
Works
Where
Oils
Lurk,
But
What
A
Drag
To
Toil
With
My
Pail
And
Rag.
I’ve
Got
Better
Things
To
Do,
I Require
A
Cleaning
Crew,
That’s
All
I Ask,
To
Spare
Me
From
This
Tiresome
Task.
But
There’s
Always
More.
After
That,
I Ought
To
Mop
The
Floor.

October Array

10/24/2021

In
The
High
Desert
Park,
A
Spangle
Of
Stars
In
A
Tangle
Of
Gaseous
Galaxies
Pass
In
Review,
Spinning
Through
My
View
Ancient
And
Ever
New,
To
Make
Bright
The
Cobalt
Night.

Tunnel

10/22/2021

That
Night,
Because
Of
The
Rain,
I Was
Late
For
The
Train,
And
Watched
Its
Light
Fade
From
Sight.
I Waited
In
The
Ozone
And
Rust,
The
Oily
Dust
On
The
Track
Grimy
Black,
Caught
The
9:10,
And
Never
Went
Back
There
Again.

Autumn

10/20/2021

In
Late
October
The
Garden
Still
Blooms
And
Sunshine
Fills
The
Morning
Rooms,
But
Old
Man
Winter
Distantly
Looms,
To
Steal
Away
These
Summery
Days.
The
Constant
Sun
Keeps
The
Southwest
Warm,
A
Welcome
Charm
Against
The
Cold
As
This
Troubled
Year
Grows
Old.

Sugarhigh

10/18/2021

I’m
Making
The
Scene
This
Halloween.
No
Kids
Come
To
Our
Door
Anymore,
But
That’s
Okay,
There’s
Candy
Galore
At
The
Grocery
Store,
And
As
Proof
I Care,
I’m
Eating
My
Share.
Two
Bags
Of
Butterfingers
And
A
Rather
Forlorn
Sack
Of
Candy
Corn
Have
Been
Consumed
Until
I Almost
Have
No
More
Room.
What
Can
I Say?
The
Holiday
Is
Still
Two
Weeks
Away.

On Writing

10/16/2021

*Vintage Postcard*

What
Can
Poetry
Mean
But
A
Feeling
Seen?
What
Is
Prose,
But
Feelings
Both
Seen
And
Heard,
Then
Captured
In
A
Precious
Word?
What
Are
We
But
Our
Cherished
Expression,
That
Written
Confession
Of
How
In
Life
We
Would,
If
We
Only
Could?

Hubris

10/14/2021

*Conflict* Assemblage 5 1/4" H Cocobolo Base

Couple
Of
Hot
Blood
Rich
Studs
Are
Invading
Space.
Gee,
What
A
Gift
To
The
Human
Race,
Giant
Egos
Pointed
Toward
Venus
In
A
Chubby
Ship
Shaped
Like
A
Penis,
And
Maybe
On
To
Mars,
To
Rape
The
Very
Stars.
Thank
God
The
Fools
Don’t
Get
That
Far
At
All,
And
Back
They
Fall
To
The
Earth
They’ve
Created,
Deathly
Sick
And
Torn
With
Conflict.

Tumult

10/12/2021

*Landscape* 20" H X 24" W Oil On Linen

The
Wind
Rushes
In
With
A
Shout,
To
Bend
Tree
Branches
And
Turn
The
Leaves
Inside
Out.
To
The
South,
An
Approaching
Hurricane
Will
Flood
Mexico
With
Rain.
To
The
North,
Heavy
Snow
Will
Blow
Down
The
Rocky
Mountain
Chain.
I Stand
Between
On
My
Patch
Of
Sand,
As
Winter
Weather
Grips
The
Land
With
A
Pitiless
Hand.