the ugly earring

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

Category: art


three sisters

The Three Sisters (1917). Henri Matisse



she’s waving


I used to tell you my dreams.
Last night I saw a woman sitting in a dark bus–
In the dream, she’s weeping, the bus she’s on
Is moving away. With one hand
She’s waving; the other strokes
An egg carton full of babies.

image: clemson clay nest

poem: siren by louise gluck

yes or no?


Ask yourselves: Has the sheep eaten the flower, yes or no?

the little prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

image: beach sheep by vicki sawyer

this heart only mysterious.



 These bones glowing in the night
these words like precious stones
in the living throat of a petrified bird,
this very beloved green,
this heated lilac,
this heart only mysterious.

image: siren song by barbie kjar
words: alejandra pizarnik, tree of diana



“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ”

quote and painting: Andrew Wyeth, Trodden Weed, 1951

we eat

Women who love to write poetry are the hagfish of the world.
We eat everything. We eat the language. We eat experience.
We eat other people’s poems.

ruth stone’s words
image: The Virgin and Child with a Pomegranate, Sandro Botticelli

this giving of love to the work of the hands


“As Gill says, “every man is called to give love to the work of his hands. Every man is called to be an artist.” The small family farm is one of the last places – they are getting rarer every day – where men and women (and girls and boys, too) can answer that call to be an artist, to learn to give love to the work of their hands. It is one of the last places where the maker – and some farmers still do talk about “making the crops” – is responsible, from start to finish, for the thing made. This certainly is a spiritual value, but it is not for that reason an impractical or uneconomic one. In fact, from the exercise of this responsibility, this giving of love to the work of the hands, the farmer, the farm, the consumer, and the nation all stand to gain in the most practical ways: They gain the means of life, the goodness of food, and the longevity and dependability of the sources of food, both natural and cultural. The proper answer to the spiritual calling becomes, in turn, the proper fulfillment of physical need.”

Wendell Berry, Bringing it to the Table: Writings on Farming and Food
image: A farm mother and her child. ca. 20th Century. National Archives

of lilies


Today 9th June of the year 1939

dollop of syrup
frizzing her hair
like feathers
in the middle of the fried egg
smelling of her song
of lilies

poem and painting: mother and child on the beach – picasso


O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes!
O drooping souls, whose destinies
Are fraught with fear and pain,
Ye shall be loved again!

No one is so accursed by fate,
No one so utterly desolate,
But some heart, though unknown,
Responds unto his own.

Responds,–as if with unseen wings,
An angel touched its quivering strings;
And whispers, in its song,
“‘Where hast thou stayed so long?”

poem: endymion – henry wadsworth longfellow
image: Diana the huntress, fresco. Pompeii, Italy. 1st century A.D.


A woman in the shape of a monster
a monster in the shape of a woman
the skies are full of them

image: Virgin and Child with the Milk Soup, Gerard David
poem: planetarium, adrienne rich
and something i missed: her obituary