Saturday, January 28, 2012

Leaving, Returning




We live, we learn, we leave, return;
 fly south and north, the back and forth,
 the fifth, the sixth, the palimpsest.

Our journal faded, overwritten,
never lost;
forgot;
forgiven.

We meet, we sleep, we meet again;
again
again
again
again
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Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Restricted View



    The modifications to this blog post are in accordance with proposed guidelines for the Stop Online Piracy Act (SOPA), also known as House Bill 3261. In all manner of art and speech,  the government  reserves the right to remove any inappropriate matter which contains offensive material such as nudity, words, or colors that are not beige.


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As an artist, of course, I'm against Web Piracy, but when lazy lawmakers write vague laws hoping the Supreme Court can sort out the details, we have to call them out. 



Sunday, January 15, 2012

Leaving You at Sundown

one small stone in a riverbed of stones; day15

Sunset on Sundown Road, Laytonsville, Maryland. January 15



Leaving; riding beside the split-rail toward the sundown road. In the crisp winter air, the smell of oak wood smoke fades; the warmth of your whisper still wrapped like wool around me.


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Friday, January 13, 2012

On The Dock of This Day

one small stone in a riverbed of stones; day13


On the dock of this day, 1928



Eastern horizon quickening, lightening; sea of sun rising, readying, raising the mainsail of morning; dawn’s winter wind roars like stevedores on the dock of this day. Swaying ship masts of high hill pines creak and caution, as icy hatch hinges slam and shudder; flags snap and shiver. The crew of crows comes aboard from the valley, cawing commands; all is ready before the mast, this day may get under way. Day breaks cold against my face charting a northwest course; with the western moon over my left shoulder. I turn and face into this fine adventure.


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Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Once

one small stone in a riverbed of stones; day11




On a rainy Wednesday afternoon, in the empty aisle of gift wraps and greeting cards, past the paper plates and party hats, a lace gray grandmother, with spectacles and a pocket magnifier, lingers alone, reading sentimental Valentines, just like the ones her children used to send her.



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Tuesday, January 10, 2012

This Day

one small stone in a riverbed of stones; day10

This Day ~ A Drama in Four Acts


There is one moment, in the frosted hour before dawn, with the full moon melting, moving low, in the west behind the tall line of pines, with the fog facade on the eastern valley trees, before the crow caws the morning message, before obsculta in the deep silence is overwhelmed by the white noise of aeroplanes and motorcars. There, in that full circle surrounding, I can turn in any direction, take a moment, take a breath, and begin this day. That moment, when the fullness of nature nods knowingly, and wakes the world. That is my moment.


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Monday, January 9, 2012

UNION Exhibit & Valentine's Book Signing

Terah Ware ~ Modern Vintage Jewelry with a Neo-Victorian Style



The UNION exhibition will open in Boonsboro, Maryland at GiftsInnBoonsboro on February 4, 2012, and continue throughout the month.

I am so pleased to share the gallery space with Terah Ware. Terah is a jewelry artist, teacher, and writer from Berkeley Springs, West Virginia. Her website, An Era’s Ambiance, is a beautiful, modern vintage masterpiece.

Right next door to the gallery is Turn The Page Bookstore and I will be signing copies of UNION: The Courier Journals at the Valentine's Book Signing on Saturday, February 18, 2012 from 12-2pm  with Nora Roberts / J D Robb , Mary Burton, Mary Kay McComasDonna Kauffman & Sarah Wendell and local author, Mary Alice Baumgardner.

UNION is a mixed media art/journal exhibit commemorating the sesquicentennial of the American Civil War. This exhibition includes a series of collage pieces that follow a personal journey through the fictional journals and love letters of a cavalry courier between 1861 and 1865. A slideshow of the art pieces is available here, and the book is available here. 







Sunday, January 8, 2012

Small Stones

one small stone in a riverbed of stones; day8


Bowl of Stones. oil painting ~ Michael Douglas Jones



At our feet are small stones that glow brighter than summer stars, but only if we see the light inside them. Were we not distracted by the babble and chatter of the cobblestone city, we would walk on stars; the glow rising through our feet to our faces. You would see it in my eyes, as I see it in you. 


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Saturday, January 7, 2012

More like May

one small stone in a riverbed of stones; day7


More like May ~ Michael Douglas Jones




This warm January morning, more like May; a mockingbird, with mate, in the winterberry tree, plucks a berry ripe red, and flies to the top of the redbud. Turning back, he wonders; in this struggling economy, will there be enough berries to last until the June bugs return. Turkey vulture, high above, knows there is always plenty.


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Friday, January 6, 2012

The Farm in Fox Hollow


one small stone in a riverbed of stones; day6

Seven Buff Browns ~ Michael Douglas Jones



Down the ridge road at the farm in fox hollow, fresh this morning from the house of hens; seven Buff browns and the duck’s one daily. Down on the farm; no discrimination. 


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Thursday, January 5, 2012

The January Garden

one small stone in a riverbed of stones; day5




October’s uncarved pumpkins
in the January garden,
one by one, become
a winter dinner bowl
for passing passerines.


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Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Pristine Moleskine

one small stone in a riverbed of stones; day4




Pristine moleskines,
four to a drawer,
tucked inside
the chiffonier;
waiting for words
I thought unworthy
of pristine moleskines,
four to a drawer.



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Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Predawn Snow Shower

one small stone in a riverbed of stones; day3

Winter. A collage sketch by Michael Douglas Jones




   Snow shower, sugar powder, dry and drifting down the ferry road, where I walk, winter warm, recalling summer girls, with funnel cake faces, waiting for the Ferris wheel.  




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Monday, January 2, 2012

First Day Back

one small stone in a riverbed of stones; day2







Fifteen minutes before dawn,
 black dashing in every direction,
 fifteen crows cawing, complaining;
 they’re already late for work.


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Sunday, January 1, 2012

This First Day

Rainbow north, this first day.


one small stone in a riverbed of stones; day1




Seconds before sunset,
our ancient mother’s
 glowing smile;
 my doubts
 about this day
 dissolved.

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