Days of Art 2017-05: Halcyon Days But Incendiary Nights

The purpose of our Days of Art series isn’t meant to be self-aggrandizement, and I rarely do “selfies” except in a mocking manner, but it disturbed me to realize that the anniversary of Martin Luther King’s assassination passed yesterday without my noticing. I’m not going to weep for the man here, and in fact I…

Days of Art #42: “We Wear the Mask

“We Wear the Mask” by Paul Laurence Dunbar We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,– This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. Why should the world be overwise, In counting all our tears and…

Strong Brew

“It’s purzun,” she says or at least she would, were the Bronx in her socks instead of the south of London in her jeans. And she arises, bent, but better, awakening, shaking off the dusty din of discarded decaffeinated detritus, the daily drudge of dying promises of lies he said, of didn’ts he did and…

Him a Shotta

I wasn’t going to post this, but Maria has insisted that I do. I must apologize for the bad accent, but love kinda lingers and you do what you must. So, mon Juliette, this one is for you.    

100 Days of Art – Day Last: Time Long Past

Due to lack of interest, given the time it takes to put these posts together, I have decided to end this series at Day 36.  Thanks to all who stopped by. Time Lost Past by Percy Bysshe Shelley Like the ghost of a dear friend dead           Is Time long past. A tone which is…

Angel Wanted, Inquire Within

angel wanted, call within loving needed, heart to mend hours long, but work is fun skies are blue, with plenty sun tables waiting, food is hot cook is friendly, neighbors not no appointment, just walk in meet the owner, new best friend pay commensurate with experience