Know your power
link your heaven to your earth
grow into your crown.
‘Flight of the Bluejay’ (40inx50in)
(detail)
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Remember
Photo and Excerpt from Vol.1
Remember blond irises, blinking in the dark. The forest rising, minuscule drips of morning rain waking you in soft ground.
Mist wraps you up and you stare at yourself lying there amongst the growing.
Believe in memories.
Illustrated Poem for LUNA ARCANA Magazine
A new publication for this old Californian Desert.
Photo by Editor-in-Chief Rohini Walker
STILL
Naked skin across the dunes and all you can see are the snakes waiting, your eyes wide open still cannot reach that far behind the rocks.
Prickle heat crawling up your legs.
Cannot move
Will not move
The straw hats have long ago shredded your thoughts, still attached.
Lay there imagining waters so blue and shiny, to drown the crickets. But they get louder and the magic refuses to happen.
'Where to?' I hear
'Stand still... Take me where I can stand still".
Summer Haze
"Memories happen to be uncertain friends when recalled by forgotten notes. Coded messages, poison letters".
Today's bounty from a walk with the Lobster.
"Hunters" Poem
"Walkers by, undressed
leaving a trail of haste
A taste of never again
Broken fur and salted paws
carnage at the top of the lungs
Names on hands,
wired and bound behind your back.
Strong heart, head mid storm.
Sometimes a fire bust mostly,
a smoking rose."
'Hunters' from 'Fear The Poet' Vol. 2 by Bon Nielsen.
HER
I think I may have mentioned my grandma before, she was a force of nature. Since I moved into this new home, she's more present than ever, something tells me she would have loved it here. Maybe it is the atrium in the heart of the house that she would have filled up with giant geraniums or the fact that there are a lot of yellow hues. She used to say "Yellow is the colour of crazy people" and golden gems like that aside, she taught me so many things, so many important things, that I am still working most of them out 20 years later.
This painting is her, how I remember her. The Picasso it is based on was her favourite calendar page that hung in her kitchen no matter the month, year after year.
The duality in her face is a nod to that old chestnut about "eyes in the back of every woman's head" and in her case, also her uncanny ability to see a person throughout.
The Gernika bull head in her skirt, because that's where she lived for many years. The blood tear to a horse in her heart is the horror of the Spanish civil war that scarred her bones, not that she would have ever admitted to it. The many hats she had to wear, the red lips and nails to her last breath, her magic silver hair, so full of fire and her eyes, golden, for she had seen beyond.
"Indarra adeitasuna bidez" is the last thing she ever said to me knowing I was about to run away to never meet again.
"Strength through Kindness"
'Take Me or Leave Me' by Bonnie Montgomery
I spent a lovely half morning with Tammy Sioux, scouting her horse ranch in Joshua tree, CA.
We have a new music video coming up for the very talented Bonnie Montgomery, all the way from Little Rock, Arkansas.
Catch them if you can on their tour's California leg:
Wed April 22 'The Wayfarer', Costa Mesa
Fri April 24 'Pappy & Harriet's', Pioneer Town
Sat April 25 'The King's Inn' Los Angeles.
Blood Moon Rising
After the full moon eclipse last night and collecting over 500 pictures we went for brunch and got talking and then we made a little experimental short to one of Mesquite Treason's songs. I promise you not people staring at windows were involved.