My motives caravan
through a red, peerless desert.
Water travels just ahead
slightly faster than either I
or my mirror glass needs
can go.
Out here,
straws and dictionaries
present serious problems.
As though it were dead skin
scraped from the devil’s heel
by a pumice stone,
my purest motive blows
around the others.
If I flew my determinations
like kites,
attached to my stringy nerves,
could they rise to Heaven
and beg for a cloud?
I have bought Affinity Photo today. I really want to make art from my photos, stock photos, and clip art/scrapbooking packs. I wanted something powerful, but cheaper than Photoshop.
I’ll see how it goes. There are a few issues with cutting out layers that I have always had a problem with.
The more creative outlets the better. I have been slow with photography lately because I haven’t gone many places. I like creative things I can do sitting down, too. It is sometimes hard to be on my bad ankle all day. I also want to have an active creative life whenever I am laid up for surgery.
I escape from the camera,
breaking through the
red tape
like a finish line.
What difference does it
make if the old house
turns blue?
The surveillance of my feet
reveals slick roads.
Confined actors in a play
poorly scripted.
The wasps I shared my
candies with
sting one another.
The other side of bureaucratic eyes
is a dim place,
shy from old rejections.
Always working,
the wind grumbles
about juggling too many kites.
The rain relieves him
of this data,
but not today.
I hang from my own
clothes line.
My daughter attaches
my umbilical cord.
I am ready to fly.
Agnostic calendars
are great for those
whose lives are spiced
with regret.
On the cutting board,
her right arm.
Home is smart.
Weather is dumb,
beating the bones
out of what already dies.
Scattered,
the months refuse
to coalesce into a year.
She wants what she
can’t have—
a private train.
Her old job
encased amber.
I use a customized daily planner app that helps me track things like appointments, creative projects, and cleaning my house. I decided to use my love for all things analog and screw up my planner page.
Miniature Moon 