Getting My Fiduciary Groove On

The eye in my sky is crying

I Sing The Blues For You Today

THAT WORK THAT IS SO FINE
My painting investedwith four months of lifeoil colors on canvas three feet wideinterpreting the artists’ studioThe room burnishedwith earthen colorsthe ceiling high and widerepresented as a clear blue skywith clouds of varying shadesfrom white to greyUsing colors to reveal my feelingsinspired by my masterinvestigating my strengths throughhis wisdom, usurping his visionHow do you get this effect or thatMake a cloud look billowy and softTrain your hand to make an imageand still relay your feelings withtraining, craft and skill? While I shyly bowed my hea

more props!
Written up in the neighborhood paper, a little over 2 weeks ago and I just learned about it yesterday when 2 friends saved the blurb for me. Taken from Cala Zanoni's weekly columnNeighborhood Blogwatch . She took the included quote from Turntablebluelight.com.Dreamcatcher Dreamcatcher is a corner of the Internet where writers, poets and dreamers explore the universe. In this posting we find Joy Leftow, the writer whose partner coined her Washington Height’s poet laureate (which gets me thinking individual neighborhoods should have poet laureates, but I digress), musing on Washington Heights as her home, comfort and place of constant change. “I

recognition -
Wonderful to have recognition for doing what you love...This blog was listed by online colleges under 100 Great Web Sites For Poetry Lovers. I'm proud and honored, especially since they only listed 20 blogs! Today for the first time I noticed HilariousNYC.com listed this blog and dubblex's on their blog roll.Also got an email yesterday from an online adult learning resources site that wanted to post an add in my archives under a short post titled

PSYCHIC ABILITIES, PART 2
Mother told me she descended from Moors Said she prayed to her ancestorsto heal our sins, relieve her misery, turn our misfortunes to joy, for her pain to disappear, go elsewhere,Please, ... we’ve already had more than enough of our shareShe prayed her days awayUpon her bed she lay the entire month of March until one night her soul hitched a ride on the full moonA decade later Mom visited the day I birthed my sonBegged for forgiveness for all she’d donein love, she said I'd understand, I have a sonWe two. Her words. Farewell.Her breath. Fresh flowers. Her scent made my heart sigh.© 1995

PSYCHIC ABILITIES, Part 3
Jesus came to me one misty moonlit evearms outstretched, beckoning meI came to him cautiously,Jesus nodded his head, looked me in the eye“Come to me,” he said lifting his head, “I am the way.”I looked into his young dark Jewish face.and nodded slowly in recognition. Indeed! Jewish, like me? He is the one.How apt, How compelling and ironic! For me, a Jew to know He is the one whom still the Jews await In response to this, a fellow Jew quoth the bible to me; “It is foretold, Messiah will come when peace reigns and the universe is one.”Wisely Jesus chose to come in Chaos.