Sunday, April 8, 2018

Thank You Again

Michael Douglas Jones 2018. photograph ©Natoma Vargason

Thanks to everyone that came out last night for the First Saturday opening at Gallery322. I haven't had a Frederick based gallery in a while, even though I moved to Frederick proper five years ago. That is a story for another day; today I am so grateful for all of the support you have given me. Thank you again and again. 


Saturday, March 31, 2018

Tallying The Miracles

Tallying The Miracles ~ l'assemblage ~ ©MichaelDouglasJones

I am as you are,
we are of the ancients.
We are of the now,
and the forevernow.
These are the books we carry;
this is who we are.

We are the waking; taking our first full breath.
We are the words we whisper, when we turn the page.

Breathing in, we are the blending of all books,
the scribbling pencil points,
the overwhelmed annalists listening for the silence
between crow caws and motorcars.

Breathing out, we are this that is not named.

Breathing in, we are the gathering of grace;
the last scribes in the retinue, tallying the miracles,
illuminating manuscripts of unseen symphonies from
early morning mockingbirds.

Breathing out, we are this that is not named.

Breathing in, we are all that ever was.

Breathing out, we are all that ever will be.

Breathing in, we are.

Breathing out, we.

Breathing in.


Thursday, March 29, 2018

Gallery 322

Poet Heart ~ assemblage ©Michael Douglas Jones

The TEXTURES exhibition will open in Frederick, Maryland at Gallery 322 on April 7, 2018, and continue throughout the month.

I am so pleased to share this gallery space with Ann Schaefer, Anne Gibson-Snyder, Homer Yost, Jackie Jouvenal, Jan Kaufman, Linda Kirvan, Roberta Staat, and Russ Schofield.


    Saturday, February 10, 2018

    Thank you

    What are thoughts and prayers? That, my friend, is only your mind thinking and asking. There is no need to think or ask, for all of that is already known. There is only one prayer, and that is, "Thank you; thank you; thank you."

    Friday, January 12, 2018

    Battle Fatigue

    Black Butterflies
    Composite photograph by Michael Douglas Jones ©2018

    We are, each and all, working on this life; a step and a stumble. The steps are small; the stumbles seem to fall forever, and when I see another friend has fallen to the insidious enemy of addiction, after fighting such a long, weary war, my soldier’s heart is broken. We are all in this fight; we might have battle fatigue; we might have our own deeper demons, our own empty chambers, but still, we must pick up our brothers in arms, hoist them over a shoulder, and move to higher ground, without judgment. This is a hundred year war, that we can win, even though the enemy is everywhere, omnipotent, invading our sleep, and our dreams. This enemy is walking through our neighborhood, where old friends become traitors, and the battle worn veterans feel exhausted, wounded, scarred; we see our comrades fall; we see the warriors in recovery fighting each day, hiding from the harsh lights of humiliation. So walk with me; take satisfaction in your scars; take satisfaction that you are a battle worn veteran, that you have taken one more step; pick up your brothers, your sisters, for you are them and they need your compassion and lovingkindness.