color suite

like standing in front of the candy counter
while my neighborhood gang(sters) robbed
the owner blind of pixie stix
as i paid for mine,
just can't get enough of
that sweet color.

Photoshop i have,
i never get to it b/c
iPhoto is enough to
fry my circuits. i can
play for hours like this
even w/o my pixie stix.





















and sometimes,
the real thing is
just enough.

gotta have it....burning man

The vicarious view from here is admittedly comfortable, albeit humid and stormy in the Northeast.




It's not just me; seems everyone wants in on the act: even etsy is running a Burning Man Packing List featuring essential fashion and gear and most, well some, of this stuff is to die for, inspiring me to mark many more "favorites".
Trouble is, most of it is either for the 'man, clubs, or major faerie festivals, not quite apropos for the public school classroom. *sigh*


No matter; i'll figure a way to work it into the wardrobe...no one will notice.
Feast your eyes on the goodies, and by the way, one of my faves and previously mentioned, Lana Guerra, is part of the etsy spread. She has published her work recently in a book of this fruity-licious fashion. ya gotta love the spirit; raise it!

hanging

the glories of summer,
hanging,
creating,
refilling water buckets for
the furkids 22 times a day;
they like it cold.

it all drove me to make
poetic hangers,
a working girl's answer to
magnetic poetry, for which
you need time.

everytime you move your clothes,
you compose.
voilá.





sea-deep dusk
night snow

sea
deep dusk night
snow



(Click the pic to see this one on etsy.)




pearl bird
moon blue
traveler

pearl
bird
moon blue traveler

making marks

"Dear Dan,
I'm not sure if
you know me
but I love you."

Like lines of Nazca, marks continued to appear overnight
on a U. Albany campus walkway, next to the newly dredged
pond teeming with wildlife.

Recently spotted: calculus equations, love&hate notes
between couples, wannabe couples and messages by shy yet
obviously continental types partial to making their marks in
German.

Could this mark the beginnings of a new texting technology,
virtually free, save the cost of chalk?
One hitch: involuntary deletion due to: acts of nature,
scuffling pedestrians and golfcarts encircling Giants camp
like covered wagons containing natives.

After an initial abundance, there is suddenly a dearth of words
on the path. Maybe the markers will return again soon.
I've learned to stop and look long at these embellishments on the
way to the water each day, just to feel
the weight they carry.

OMG OMO

i thought i'd died and gone to heaven on earth after watching
this vid, sent to me by Dale.

it's all about the dogs

after attending a canine adoption clinic yesterday with my friend Sheila,
i returned begging the question again,
"what is it about a dog?"

the more time i spend with these guys, after spending a life doing so, the less i know. some day no doubt the answer will be found in some DNA-resonant-crossover-chemically-based-genome-vibrational-distant-cousin-to-a-neuron-recombinant-bark-cell.
but even then, based in another body, i won't buy it.
when you go eyeball to eyeball, even from a distance an opening occurs that is
transcendent, ineffable.




rusty, american foxhound mix, standing elegantly still on the curb as if awaiting the lord of the mansion's next command, has been eyeballing me as i rush by, i suddenly realize. and so i glance back, there is gentleness in those eyes but i am afraid to look too long. "prey drive" are the words occupying my mind, with two cats at home. rusty, more trusting than i; maybe the drive was mixed out of him.

flashback to The Visit to a hybrid wolf farm long ago in Pennsylvania, its founder and operator since departed. The Visit is an Experience never forgotten and always immediately accessible to me like it was yesterday. no eyeball to eyeballs there; you imagine they must at least glance at you as you turn away from the raised pens and walk to see the next, but you will never know. primate that you are, it is unfathomable that no eye contact is essential.

the suspended meat hooks as you make the long drive from the gate through the multiply-fenced property up to the fenced compound should give a clue as to the serious nature of the creatures within. but it still doesn't totally hit till you are standing a few feet apart from a wolf behind bars. there are many, and they are all pacing.

my friend Mindy is a foster mom at the time to hybrid pups bred here. flash forward to sitting in Mindy's farmhouse, watching her feed an armful of voracious part-wolf pups. they are furballs: adorable, feisty, tumbling over each other to be first. i want to take one or all with me. but what if someday they begin to shrink from a glance, pull back into true nature, go the way of the wildest part of themselves.

primate that i am,
i pass on living
with a predator
for the time.