Monday, September 21, 2009

The Fall creeps in like a mother lion/we wait for an opportunity to socialize about art

  • We return to the Bronx and try to get things rolling. We submit our work for publication and a record rejection comes flying back. We maintain a kind of status quo/ you get out to paint/I ruminate/we meet at a certain point in time.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Close the door on unanswered questions/be swift and courteous

  • The show has come to an end. The last poppy dry on the vine. I am rattled /my love is overflowing and the geraniums are frosting up in these cool Adirondack seasons. We have been to the western tip of New York for a get-together with old friends. We sit in a cafe and drink pina colada/rap about the ole days. You were so beautiful to bring me to this reunion. The dog runs
    the beach and we lay in each other's arms and pray for the grandchildren .