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Art at the Center--Artists of The InterUrban ArtHouse

I am a poet and photographer who likes sports, jazz and art inspired by other art. I served in the U.S. Marine Corps during the early 1970's and was assigned to the Computer Sciences School in Quantico, VA. I have published a chapbook of grief poems, I Keep You with Me. My work also has appeared in publications such as Thorny Locust Magazine, core. zine,The Enigmatist, Veterans' Voices and Kansas Time + Place An Anthology of Heartland Poetry. My visual art pieces combine poetry and photographs, and have been most recently displayed at InterUrban ArtHouse, Johnson County Arts & Heritage Center, Buttonwood Art Space, and The Smalter Gallery.

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Wind Blown

Wind Blown

Oh, wind, what art

do you create

for us today?

Do you lift

the branches and

make them dance?

Do you pile leaves

in the seam where

one step meets another, or

paint our faces red

as we walk with you?

Do you think wind is creative or only destructive?

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Thursday, February 18, 2016

Breakthrough

Breakthrough

Type at a furious pace.

The words flow faster

than the fingers find

the keys.

The key is to capture

the concept as concisely

as possible.

The possibilities

represent plots of

all types.

Type at a furious pace.

This is another poem written from a #FlaFiWriMo prompt. (See En Plein Air). The first and last lines are a phrase chosen randomly from a book. Have you ever created a prompt that way?

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Monday, February 15, 2016

En Plein Air

En Plein Air

The easel is set up on the grass,

near a clearing in the woods.

Here, the trees the artist paints

are called birches. They are lithe,

like runners, not bulky weight

lifters who have spent too much

time at the gym. Their bark is

gleaming white, bright, as though

the forest fairies have just given

it a cleaning. The crazy quilt of

black spots on the trunks create

a stark contrast. Suddenly, the

painter is overcome by nausea

due to a strong but familiar

stench--skunk. The artist sighs

and shakes her head. Even in

the forest, there are critics.

This piece was written as part of the Wordsmith Studio Flash Fiction Writing Month Challenge. The prompt was to use each of the words that I have underlined in the piece, which I'm calling a flash fiction prose poem. There are plenty pf days left in the challenge if you want to join in. You will find the prompts on Twitter by using #FlaFiWriMo or #wschat and on the Wordsmith Studio Facebook Page.

Every Tuesday night, we chat about writing on Twitter at 6 p.m. and 9 p.m. Eastern time using #wschat. Bring questions, answers, news or give or ask for support.

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Thursday, February 11, 2016

The Average Day

The Average Day

Day breaks.

Colors splinter

the sky, catch

the eyes of those

who rise early.

Night falls.

The sun drops.

Darkness descends,

brings day to

an end.

What breaks and

falls do we face

in between?

How is your day? Have you found something to write about?

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Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Frozen Out

Frozen Out

The words floated

in my head.

I called them

each by name, but

they didn't respond.

I waited for them to

come out and play

but they wouldn't.

I left them, unwritten

for now, to talk

among themselves.

What do you do when the words freeze you out?

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Thursday, February 4, 2016

Another Ground Hog Day

Another Ground Hog Day

Another Ground Hog Day

has passed.

Punxsutawney Phil says

spring's the thing this year.

I always have wondered

why hopes of spring are sprung

when he doesn't see his shadow.

He comes out of his burrow

greeted by a sunless day,

which is probably also cold

and thinks, "Spring is almost here!"

What kind of logic is that, Phil?

Have you ever thought of

running for President?

Do you use humor in your writing?

Wordsmith Studio is doing a flash fiction challenge during the month of February. Daily prompts are available on Twitter at #FlaFiWriMo and #wschat or on the Wordsmith Studio Facebook page.

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