Email me if you want to join a "Happy Hour (or two)" of "Spiritual Conversation." Friday, Feb. 27, 7pm. It will be fun!
Gulley Jimson and I used to be best friends, even though he is made-up. Wayward human and color appreciator,he is a main character in Joyce Cary's novel trilogy,one of my favorites. Irish Joyce Cary studied to be a painter, served in the British military and civil service in West Africa (where I grew up). William Blake, intoxicating painting, a complete devotion to color and the creative passion, and a disregard for pennies and those without appetites - how could I not acknowledge these roots?
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Dad (03.07.23 - 02.01.09)
No word captures
you except as you were,
spring, summer, fall, winters
of your life, and our lives -
busy, alive.
You hummed, whistled, softly sang,
caring, doing, after so much digging,
plowing, sowing, praying.
I know so much of you
from how you were with me, one
of my creators.
Your collection of ribbons,
nails, scraps, screws -
things with purpose
still unknown.
What a man leaves -
a worn billfold, a wedding ring,
old watch
hold such memory, artifacts
of days, of love,
of time gone by.
Those were the days, he'd say.
Now, home.
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