Friday, May 31, 2013

I am listening to the new Steve Martin and Edie Brickell song "Yes she did" and thinking about Shelby. Makes me think about my soon to be cousin. She was gonna marry Philip. I never got a chance to meet her. She was 19. Damn it. She had a 10 month old little man named Logan. I wish I had a chance to talk to her and tell her one thing...wait until tomorrow. Can you just wait? Can you? Because tomorrow will change. That is a sure thing. Everything changes in the morning. So no need to kill yourself...things will change. And if you have a good sister cousin, named Mel, maybe she can share what her grandma told her. She said pull yourself together, girl. You can get through these really tough nights. I did and damn it, Shelby, you can too. Why couldn't you just wait? 3 more weeks and you would have been married, could have met me and the other Driskill girls. We are a sweet loving family. If you had given us a little bit of a chance, maybe you could have pulled through. What you did was nothing. Nothing that any of us didn't do ourselves. We would have loved you just the same. You will haunt me. I will try to look after Logan. Promise. Cross my heart.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

back to the woods

there is a quiet stillness
there is a peaceful silence
God is there
it is deep
it is dark
it is cool
there is a rich smell of green
the dirt is red
the light is soft
twigs crack
there is a small sound of a bird
moving in the hedge
a hawk circles overhead
the swamp rolls slow and languid
its murky waters swirl around the
motion of a large fish that's just
beneath the surface of the dark river
a snake lays motionless on the bank
or suns itself on the path where a ray breaks through the pines
this is my home
this is where my heart resides
this is a place I go
when the world is harsh and unyielding
I travel in my mind
back to this place
back to the woods

Monday, October 25, 2010


I haven't written anything of substance in a while. I guess it is because I have been sleeping at night.
the man-child is coming home.
the muse is invading my life.
i produce when i am in a dark corridor or surround by my, sounds and light.
i guess i have been in alot of light.
now it is time to rest, absorb and then i'll be back at it again.
goodness, blessing, mercy and grace to all those out there in the dark corridor.

Monday, September 20, 2010

gone but not forgotten

ok so you get a peek at the poetry on my frig...s & s - you will recognize these.

When friends are mean, ugly and sordid, say less. time will spray as mist.

tv size show goddess

essential sausage eggs milk

moaned his butt, but he drives ahead, they ask can we do over, beat, no need of going after what you want for alls gone and black

the tongue is the club apparatus to be used with a scream

do not be bitter, incubate in a symphony of gorgeous vision above eternity, leave death behind, soar in to a sky dreaming

I fall fast in a moon, run raw to your garden from under a thousand tiny wet white diamonds.

moments days live life like elaborate luscious music, water, wind, rain, a honey sun, languid shadows swim through crushed roses.

men, boys, stop crying, I will tell him how to do something useful like cook and read & iron - this is mother's gift.

most ask from want for none have.

power, blood, aching, trudge, stare, shake, pound, chant, pant

Thursday, January 21, 2010

thought I'd never get around to it again...

reading for pleasure. Yes, last night I read an entire book. Ok-- it was just a short, nightmarish fiction novel for very young adults called Coraline. Yes, I saw the flick too...with the old timey fun 3D glasses. The book is true to the spirit of the film. Very dark, full of metaphors, and symbolism.

So I will think about it for a few day, then shoot an image...wait for it.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

good things

So something like Haiti happens and we ask ourselves why? But in the worst times, goodness rises out of it. Easy for me to say? Yes, I have been through a period of refining. I seem to have taken a wrong turn. It got really hot, it hurt and then I was able to keep going right through it. I picked up the pieces and move forward. I found out how really strong I am. I remembered who is in control and who has the plan. God. He is working everything out, even when we tend to royally screw things up. He is funny and has a really weird sense of humor. He takes you down the path you really wouldn't pick and really don't want to go but it is better. It all works out. So I will look for the good that will come from the mess of Haiti.

And in my time of rest between semesters, I will start on something new, work on old stuff that I never really had time to touch before and pick up where I left off...back on track.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

lull before the storm

School is out. Class is is short...I am sitting out this semester.It is time to print again. It is time to morph in creative mode again.
So I am sitting out this semester. It is all bitter sweet.
I begin again... reading, shooting, posting and maybe some painting. I will produce what I want to produce.