SAY WHAT?
The practice of journaling has become a life-style for me.
Most of these blogs come from my personal journey and
the pages of my life. Hope you enjoy.

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Staid
Sunday, March 20, 2016

 They hug gnite
Each one wanting more.

Heads hung in wonder parting
Their separate ways asking
what went wrong?

When she kissed me
Her throat chirped enjoyment
Wen she left me standing
My desire shriveled

U from whom I expected nothing
Covered me with blankets of sweetness
But I remembered it was you
From whom i expected nothing

Old friends.
Incensed, remeet.
Chance.
She says, date me
I say, sister you?

October 2015

In Memory of Madiba
Sunday, December 6, 2015

I was living in South Africa (2013), when the rumors began that “Madiba” was already dead…

Some white South Africans were terrified and whispering  that when Nelson Mandela died, the Africans would rise up and kill all the white South Africans.
Everyone else knew that ALL South Africans were too in love with their brand new baby Democracy to do anything like that.  It was an interesting and sometimes frightening environment to live in. The country, (or was it just me?) held its breath for months. Around July I decided to return to the States because my mother was ill.
After 3-4 months back in Jersey City,  I began to fiddle with my art again (as usual), to process life. I made mini prints of the photos of everyday life i had been taking since back in jersey city. Somehow  I thought arranging these images may tell a story.  I was thinking about Mandela, the icon, and at the same time, searching for my own icon.  Lady Liberty was my neighbor.  I began to use the photos in a collage style to make her image. As she began to appear, I realized that she herself was not free…she seemed muzzled…or was she a bandit holding all of us hostage?

I finished the piece the week it was announced, Dec 5, 2013 that Mandela passed away. I consider this piece my tribute to him and to the concept /question / threat:
“Liberty and Justice for all”

 

Grace
Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Grace is ‘It is what it is’ and
I can and will love before i
understand it,
figure it out,
fix it,
change it,
denounce it or
refuse it.
In fact, the only refusal in Grace,
is the ‘refusal to control’.
Grace agrees with hands off.