the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

what has changed

graciela-iturbide_05The path ended here at the farm. She was a work horse, having long abandoned the primp and prep of her past. She let her hair grow long and gray, she stopped plucking her eyebrows, and all her fancy dresses and designer shoes were sold – replaced by an old pair of red ropers, denim shirts and her favorite pair of jeans. When she saw the older version of herself in the mirror – the brownness of her skin, the sunspots, the freckles, the lines on her face – the only dislike was how her nose was transforming into her father’s.

image: Mujer Ángel, Desierto de Sonora, Mexico – Angel Woman, Sonora Desert, Mexico

 

heart of the country

Want a horse, i got a sheep,
I’m gonna get me a good night’s sleep,
Livin’ in a home in the heart of the country.

I’m gonna move, i’m gonna go,
Gonna tell ev’ryone i know, oo-oo-oo
In the heart of the country.

love song

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I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.

image: david hurn, 1979 via nearness of distance
poem: mad girl’s love song, sylvia plath

forget yourself a few times and see where it gets you

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So, Sister, forget yourself a few times and see where it gets you:
Up the creek, alone with your talent, sans everything else.
You can wait for the menopause, and catch up on your reading.
So primp, preen, prink, pluck, and prize your flesh,
All posturings! All ravishment! All sensibility!
Meanwhile, have you used your mind today?
What pomegranate raised you from the dead,
Springing, full-grown, from your own head, Athena?

image: here

trois

three sisters

The Three Sisters (1917). Henri Matisse

 

still / is.

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Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

Mother Drake

i remember oranges
i remember oranges
and you remember dust

molly drake: mother to nick drake…wow.

they change their sky

thought

“Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt.”
(They change their sky, not their soul, who rush across the sea.)”
― Horace, The Odes of Horace

image: unknown found here

and though we may be getting older

 

mama llama yama

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The one-l lama,
He’s a priest.
The two-l llama,
He’s a beast.
And I will bet
A silk pajama
There isn’t any
Three-l lllama.

poem: the Llama, Ogden Nash
images from 8 awesome antique llamas. this one with Harriet Chalmers Adams

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