a somber sun hides behind
glass and steel monsters
ready to aim potent weapons
cable blues for artists
waiting for the fix
begging for paper not
worthy of monopoly
black books for black times
cursive zinc white words
psychotic stripes swell
bandaged oozing passions
leaving masters in pieces emergency rooms storage units
black books for black times
earth is square king on each
corner gulping electrical wines
brewed with Aeschylus's reed
emperors push bull through
snow Elpis forgot to melt
Benjamin dreams smuggled in crystal
snow cones, favors at private parties
welcome to the city of green apples
take a bite
up the pressure, the party goes on
till the break of blue. . .
Regret, like a tail, comes at the end. Live bold.
This week I re-opened my shop on Etsy. I was going to wait until my solo art exhibition in October at
Baltimore Public Library. Then I decided now is the best time. Stop by.
W'y, the Raggedy Man -- he's ist so good,
He splits the kindlin' an' chops the wood;
An' nen he spades in our garden, too,
An does most things 'at boys can't do,
He clumbed clean up in our big tree
An' shooked a' apple down for me
An' 'nother 'n', too, fer 'Lizabuth Ann-
An' 'nother 'n', too fer Raggedy Man,
Ain't he a' awful kind Raggedy Man?
Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!
~ excerpt from The Raggedy Man by James Whitcomb Riley The Poems and Prose Sketches of James Whitcomb Riley, 1898, p 46-47
I love James Whitcomb Riley's poetry, especially the way he captures the innocence of childhood and American dialect.
Here's to life and its unfolding beauty as we journey on.
~ Gina Morakinyo
A few weeks ago a mathematician reminded me of the beauty of handwritten correspondences.
He presented me with two large packages filled with postage stamps and envelopes from all over the world. (A few countries no longer exist.)
Today I was going through the packages, and found a hand cancellation stamped on the back of one of the envelopes from Kiev: Baltimore, MD, July 17, 1993.
It is never too late to say Thank You!
I mailed the last batch of "hand printed gifts" to my followers.
Many thanks to everyone who sent his/her address to me.
A special thanks to everyone who met me in person.
Have a wonderful weekend!
(Yes, the chair is made out of books.)
It has taken me years to learn how to slow down and really feel the present,
connect with nature, and live in the moment.
Today when I went swimming, someone posted this message on the board. During an interview the Dalai Lama was asked what surprised him most about humanity, and he responded: "Man. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived."