do you believe in magic?

I have built my life,
trick by trick, on the flash
and faith of magic.
Some call it hope,
that place in me
that thinks the stars
hold secrets.

I am not the one
that parts the curtain
or waves away the smoke,
but the face in the crowd
that only looks up
and sees the things
with wings.

for poetry Thursday...

Provisions

In hard times rations appear,
less and less
savory, but it is enough
to be sustained. Gratitude
washes the most meager
meal down a parched throat.
Who would dream
of wanting more?

The riverbed is a sorry sight.
The trickle of dull water
is silent and miserably slow.
Even the reeds stand wilted
and brown in the broken earth.
The endless fields are stripped.
A greedy wind has taken
the last grains and borne them away
to fall on more fertile land.

And yes, the cupboard stands
ajar and emptier than an overturned
sky. On the counter, a small plate,
a crazed teacup, an inch of liquid,
a heel of bread. For this I must sing.
So I do, clear and precise,
with the voice of something
winged or hallowed.

I submit to survive
and consume what is dictated.
But no one, except myself,
will guide my hand,
or part my lips,
or ever own my hunger.

my fairy book is done!

is it just me...

or is there something very disturbing about this photo???

Sunday rocks! I mean it!

Stop the excitement! Sunday afternoon in the 'burbs is too wild!!! There's a low speed chase on tv right now featuring the Dallas PD and an eighteen wheeler and I'm thinking of ordering an ant farm! Hot damn!! Don't you wish you were me???

oh,yeah...

focus, focus...

Honeymoon Beach, St. John, USVI... awaiting my return...

I will not mention the damn ridiculous heat...
I'm going to go sit in the shallow end of the pool
and drink an iced Tequiza.

Frida journal

I'm almost done with my larger collages. At last...
Hideously hot today. Going out by the pool shortly...
The whole city feels lethargic...

Tanabata

Tanabata, also known as the "star festival", takes place on the 7th day of the 7th month of the year, when, according to a Chinese legend, the two stars Altair and Vega, which are usually separated from each other by the milky way, are able to meet.
One popular Tanabata custom is to write one's wishes on a piece of paper, and hang that piece of paper on a specially erected bamboo tree, in the hope that the wishes become true.
Any event that includes hanging pretty things in trees appeals to me. I love this photo.

weather report

Yesterday was a little warm... officially 103, but the bricks on house were hotter. It is hard to tell since the devil's left nut... er, I mean,the sun has fried off the red numbers of our thermometer. On the right is the egg we cooked with sunlight. Yum! I think I'll toss a roast out there today since it is supposed to be 104. There are a few clouds (I THINK that's what they are) today, so I think I might not be able to fry anything, but the oven is ON! Looks like a cold front is headed our way... Wednesday it will drop down to 100! Brrrrr...
In St. Thomas today it is 89 and clear. sigh...

Lagoon nebula

ahhh... I could eat the sky with a spoon.

Galveston morning

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Originally uploaded by seadreamstudiotx.

No, this is not the crystal blue Caribbean, but Galveston has its own charms.

in the works...

unspoken

Here are the things I am not to speak of,
wrapped in barbs and snowy tulle,
all the things forbidden or deemed
too tender for the slightest touch.
In the middle of this hayfield I stack
a circle of stones around them.
You might think I mean to build
a pyre, but I am making a monument,
a tower to touch the sky and honor
the time for dreams and secrets.
You will not stop me, my love.
My hands were formed for this task
Take my silence as your tribute.
Hear in it the song that flowered
from drought and darkness.
Listen, listen.

Guess what? I did not finish the collages today. Whatever... I am almost done. My sis came over and we hung out and played with her cool new phone. I love gadgets!!

It is too hot to think. The humidity must be a zillion per cent.
Friggin' Texas...

Forgive me this idiotic post. My brain is on idle... and I think there might be a valve sticking...

Off to read "One Hundred and One Ways".

yes, Johnny...

... of course I'll stay up until 3 am for you... Home from Dead Man's Chest and I can say that I have indeed been entertained... Off to have pirate dreams...

all in a day's work...

Yea! These five collages are finished (back and front). They are 3" x 5" and will be encased in glass like my pendants. I am going to make several more this size and some larger ones. I am really enjoying working on these larger pieces after so much teeny-tiny work. These are comissioned pieces, but I am going to make some more for eBay.

I'm taking Kate,Ryan and Will out to dinner then at12:01 a.m. Will and I are off to see the first showing of "Pirates of the Caribbean~ Dead man's Chest". Do I know how to live, or what??

I made a wish...

... banner, that is. I really enjoyed working on this. I have two others that are in progress. I think this is my new obsession.

wet

at last... I really hate rain, but even I can appreciate this weather. This is the first decent rain since April 28th. The lake where my in-laws just bought their house is seven or eight feet low...looks awful. A while ago I went out and stood barefoot on the wet grass and smelled the freshness in the air. It's even cool tonight (for Texas in July). So maybe this will not become the second Dust Bowl afterall.

perils of conversation

It is an evening in midsummer.
There is an improbable sky unfurled above us
and the end of daylight is paused behind a stand of cedars.
We have come to that point where words are useless.
They would only slip from our lips, flutter in the still air
and land like false snow in parched drifts.
And if one got caught, say, on your lashes,
a word like never or remember, then I might forget
the ravine at the edge of the yard or recall
your hand low on my back, the force
in counterpoint to your whisper, to and fro.
I might reach to brush it, that quivering word,
and you might catch my hand and bring it to your lips.
But the sun slips in silence,
the night rises like a predictable flood
and I watch your silhouette
as you step into the rift
without a sound.

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