Haiku 4/11

Rainy No Lord’s Day
A bone-bitter Greenwood hunt
with Gideon’s friends.

Pysanki
Patrick shames us all
with “Ceci n’est pas un oeuf”
why bother to try?
4/10

Enervation: is
it mental, actual or
both? Too tired to think.
4/9

Who cares? Why bother?
Not you. You’re busy, occupied.
Not me, I’m too sad.
4/8

Spring. So they say, but
My woolens are still on top
of my closet shelf.
4/7

1973
Wedding Day, ha ha.
I remember it well. It
couldn’t have ever worked.
4/6

Where you spend your time
is who you are. I’m
just tire rubber.
4/5

So much easier
to write than paint a picture
no storage problems.
4/4

Boring Artist's Dilemma: Looking for Space

So I spend my time looking for new and better studio space. It's been a problem ever since I moved to NY. There is never enough room to store old work, make new work and organize yourself. It makes Canada look really good...
I'm trying to find a space to use on weekends and in the summer that has a train line. I want to be able to get to it by public transportation if possible. So I've been looking in Port Jervis on the Delaware River and also in Beacon, NY. How stupid will it be to go somewhere so new? Somewhere where I don't know anybody? Will my friends come to me? Not sure.
Anyway, I need a large space to archive everything and get it in one place. Then I can make sense of it, I hope.
I don't want to spend my days looking for things, forgetting what I've made or not making things at all! Space is key and it takes center stage in my brain these days.

For Donnie

How can we lose you?
It’s clear we can’t, yet we have.
It makes me want to break stuff and cry and then cry some more.
You had so much more to do: we discussed that.
What can I say about someone
Who seemed to always do the right thing?
What do I say about someone who cared, capital “C”?
Who listened, truly listened,
Who was thoughtful—and you certainly were that—
Who spoke to us with such honesty and love?
You made me feel
Like I was the only person in the world
Who mattered.
Your unconditional love flowed
From your very essence.
You used authenticity as your guiding principle,
You had beauty without artifice,
(those jeans, those jeans!)
And when you looked at something,
Your eyes entered the object with such piercing observation
It’s a wonder they didn’t get stuck there.
Extraordinary doesn’t say it,
Beautiful doesn’t say it,
No words can say
What you were, dear, dear Donnie.

I Let You Go

Sooner or later
something very valuable
slips through everyone's hands.

It may be a coin
fed into a slot or
a rare stamp on a yellowed envelope
thrown away without a thought.

Have you overlooked a masterpiece
in a junk shop selling for fifteen dollars
or left an autographed first edition
in that pile of books on your stoop?

Maybe it was a piece of real estate
not purchased or
a job you should have taken.

I let you go
and tossed you aside
not recognizing your worth,
your beauty.

Drawing (Forest Fire)

Florence Shadows