Friday, January 26, 2007


The Art of Disappearing

When they say Don't I know you?
say no.

When they invite you to the party
remember what parties are like
before answering.
Someone telling you in a loud voice
they once wrote a poem.
Greasy sausage balls on a paper place.
Then reply.

It's not that you don't love them anymore.
You're trying to remember something
too important to forget.
Trees. The monestary bell at twilight.
Tell them you have a new project.
It will never be finished.

When someone recognizes you in a grocery store
nod briefly and become a cabbage.
When someone you haven't seen in ten years
appears at the door,
don't start singing him all your new songs.
You will never catch up.

Walk around feeling like a leaf.
Know you could tumble any second.
Then decide what to do with your time.

--Naomi Shihab Nye, Words Under the Words

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

A Blast from the Past

When I was 18 and a senior in high school, I wrote and illustrated a children's book. I resurrected this hand-made book from my closet today and here's one of my illustrations (more of a collage painting, really) from about mid-way into the book. The book is called Robby and the Switchmaster, and it is a story about the why the stars appear in the sky each night.

The text that accompanies the above illustration is as follows:

"Robby was sad, too, so he gathered his paints and sketchbook and sat on a rock by the river and painted. Robby missed the sky so much that he began to paint the sky as he remembered it. He painted little sparks of light and big shooting stars."

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Pronounce Yourself

Be aware of what is in you.

Announce it, pronounce it, and give birth to it.

--Meister Eckhart

Sunday, January 07, 2007


Creatures hold me tight to winter;
even the ducks at the lake this morning
dragged my heart through worm-filled puddles.
Tree roots rip from the earth
leaving holes for the living to get stuck in--
our heels always caught in those soft depressions,
locked there, reminding us:
you are left behind.