White Canvas

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when the sea chimes wild
(like a wind at sea)
and all the ocean’s coast
the foaming spray
like flecks off the prow
(my love and me)

deep blue skies
fold into sunshine
the sail struts groan
with white canvas sails
in mid-heat
(the scorching bleach)
of a salt sprayed sea

the nets are cast
into the horizon
as fishermen flee
ice packed fish
fresh and flounder
(my love and me)


The Writer’s Workspace


Like the Zephyr Portables from the 20’s and 30’s

It reminds me of the old Corona Four or Zephyr Portables from back in the 20’s and 30’s that came with their case built into the typewriter.

Writing on WordPress makes me feel like a painter. I place my oils carefully on the palette, clean my brushes and prepare to paint inside the lines on an easel I’ve labored at for hours. A few final brushstrokes and I post my masterpiece.

Then someone turns on a giant fan and scatters my work against the wall where the paints fall where they will. I go back and pick up the pieces and realize this machine has a mind of its own.

What would we do without it? To all the staff at WordPress, a tip of the hat and a heartfelt, Thank You!

Review: Obselidia


Obselidia coverI agree with Virginia Woolf who said that nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy. My favorite films waver between humor and sadness and take my imagination to surprising places. I recently discovered a gem of a small-budget indie film that met those criteria, the 2010 feature debut of writer/director Diane Bell. Obselidia has a quirkiness and strangeness about it, something of Oscar & Lucinda’s compulsion and restraint, chance and divination, and Angels & Insects’ lapse into Victorian Darwinism. It also has a bit of the Renaissance’s cabinet of curiosities.

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