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The State of Art Right Now. A cut and paste adventure. January 8, 2009. Cut from a scene where our heroine’s lover tells her what to wear when she meets his mother. Of course, nothing she wears is going to help. December 24, 2008. Merry Christmas from the Woods. December 19, 2008. Wind Through the Tree. Cut from a scene in which our heroine gets drunk at a family gathering and tells the lie her mother asked her to tell. December 16, 2008. A Storm Is Coming. December 10, 2008. A Castle Built on Glass.
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The State of Art Right Now. A cut and paste adventure. And one story was published in the lovely literary journal– Cabinet des Fees. Maybe I should stop cutting that one into pieces? Another tiny story was published over at 50 to 1. That story started out at about 80 words and I cut it down to 50. Now I am also part of a publishing venture called Plum Tree Books. Take a look. They use my art. Thank you always for stopping by. 2 thoughts on “ The Writing. January 15, 2010 at 9:10 am. Send to Email Address.
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The State of Art Right Now. A cut and paste adventure. The State of Art Right Now. I’m working on illustrating a book for a children’s author, and I’m preparing for a show in October. And I’m writing, teaching, parenting…. Aren’t you busy? Seems even silly to say so. Hopefully we can all keep up with what we need to do and what we want to do. It is hard to know what to say about art. If a picture really paints a thousand words, writing about seems redundant. I like the sound of that. I’ll write a s...
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The State of Art Right Now. A cut and paste adventure. Art is a gift. August 9, 2010. The gift season is coming. Do you know what you’re buying yet? I’ll write a story for that particular someone and I’ll use it in a work of art. You tell me what kind of story you’d like (sweet, haunted, mysterious, action, romantic, whimsical, dark, something else). Give me names to use if you like. Choose a setting too. Fiction or non-fiction? Want something specific to happen or will you leave it up to me? 7 I’l...
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The State of Art Right Now. A cut and paste adventure. September 8, 2009. What I Used to Do. Before I cut up my novel to make art, I spent hours trying to perfect my use of the ruler and the pen. September 6, 2009. The Rabbits Who Thought They Were Fish. I hid the babies in my closet. There were three–baby rabbits that fit in the palm of my hand. The stray cat that had taken to sleeping in our carport had killed their… Continue reading →. September 4, 2009. August 28, 2009. August 8, 2009. August 2, 2009.
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bird's eye view: 226161 miles
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A surrender to musings . . . . Thursday, August 6, 2015. How do we quiet inner whispers of dissent and anger. To greet days crinolined and perfect. Clouds streaming 'it's a wonderful life' life life. Leaves of the porcelain berry tremble tremble. August carves out the hollow places and stirs it with a wooden spoon. Apply pressure to the open wounds of sorrow and longing. As evening approaches …. August 19, 2013 at 9:30 AM. Oh, just oh. beautifully penned! August 20, 2013 at 8:20 AM. On The Plum Tree.
bird's eye view: half past fearless
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A surrender to musings . . . . Tuesday, July 28, 2015. It will begin today. At four in the morning. On the heels of this full thunder moon . Softly, sublimely appointed chamber. With 4 walls of padded. Pink and orange-paisley-dragon silk. Wrapped with ribbons of blue sage. This will bind you both. You can turn it all around. Before it's too late. Is it ever too late? Shove aside pride and ego and your worm-hole of doubt. Love has faith and fireworks. Cinnamon vanilla and feels like flannel on. Nimasprout...
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A surrender to musings . . . . Monday, August 10, 2015. At a young age, I knew that scars were. On the outside . . rather than on the inside. It felt peaceful and ordained somehow. To bare a badge of injury - pain. To ultimately form thickened stretched skin. Pale as a badge. Inside scars suffocated - binding tight to the hollow spaces. Ringing with infinite sharpness. Scar me up and lay me down. Ink the line morel-black. To elude the phantomn pursuit. THEN, we find. Love is discovered under bridges.
bird's eye view: April 2015
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A surrender to musings . . . . Thursday, April 30, 2015. Day #30 : to blue again . Write a poem backwards . start with the last line and work back to the beginning or take one already written, flip the order of the lines, edit so the poem works in this new order. Original: to blue . Bring me blue and leave me here . Rocked by spray of blue. Bring me blue and leave me here. Where hours and bones. Strength and trust collide in the wounded starshine. Solitude made fragile by wind &. Day #29 : ritual.
bird's eye view: June 2015
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A surrender to musings . . . . Tuesday, June 30, 2015. When you are sitting in a dark room gazing. When you are sitting in a dark room gazing out into the black night and one lone firefly lights itself up like the fourth of july over the potomac all belief is suspended all doubts fade and there is a hanging possibility as it moves, darting higher and i gasp as it is beautiful and solitary and perfectly totally oblivious to the rain about to fall. Wednesday, June 3, 2015. Birthdays make me squirm … ...
bird's eye view: March 2015
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A surrender to musings . . . . Tuesday, March 31, 2015. NaPoWriMo : Early Bird Prompt. A lamentation for the other lives I could have lived, straightforward and highly vernacular. I guess it's too late to live at the ocean. I guess I'm too old to untether from the praire and move to the ocean. I guess it's too late to love at the ocean. I guess it's too late to smell the air off the ocean. I guess it's too late to start smelling you as you lie next to me at the ocean. I guess I will not learn to tie.
bird's eye view: September 2014
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A surrender to musings . . . . Tuesday, September 23, 2014. Upon a black stallion in the woods . Your saddlebags of words and beautiful. Filled to summer's sun with the demons of yesterday. Today, the woods smell of verbena and dappled leather. And the light , ,. Oo the light cuts thru chaos and tenderness. To call the clouds down from heaven's azure fate. Weary is the wait, but sweet the story tells -. Of a water weave between said heaven and hell. The cities upon your road ;. Of silk and sword ,. Thrum...
bird's eye view: 48% ... pressure @ 29.98" ✑
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A surrender to musings . . . . Thursday, July 21, 2016. 48% pressure @ 29.98" ✑. To rest astride the hope. The gray to blue to green. Common hours separate the pulse. Waking to want to wait. Licorice root and peppermint tea. Beneath blue sky and gamma rays. Hope shimmers in the trail of luna moths. July 22, 2016 at 7:35 AM. Love and shared on twitter! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 48% pressure @ 29.98 ✑. 100º at nine twenty-five. Sun tea of peppermint and licorice. On The Plum Tree.
bird's eye view: Saṃsāra
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A surrender to musings . . . . Sunday, August 9, 2015. Coyote song and air stream trailers. Hands held tight to the august sky. Gray fog dawn rolls in on the last boom of thunder. As the sliced pie of want circles the moon by and by. Tall tales and arms wide open. Wells of laced sorrow sit in the darkness of your eyes. Listening to mary gauthier and a single blue jay calling. Consequence and redemption pierce surrendered sighs. No need to peel the bark from the maple. No need to choose left or right.
bird's eye view: November 2014
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A surrender to musings . . . . Thursday, November 20, 2014. Are why I sleep. You are why I sleep. Rolled upon the blue. Oh you are why I sleep. Floral boots upon the floor. Sun seeks corners more. Choice bred of wired wait. Time stands still and takes me away. . Tempest of storms thundered call. Secrets lie in waters white. As we run across the stars at night. Time furrows story-lines wide. Dreams take us close beside. Warmth comes to those who seek. You are why I sleep. You are why I sleep. Once put on .
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On Daily Prompt: Someday. On Daily Prompt: Someday. On Quote of the day. On Quote of the day. On I want to. Every Friday Writting Prompts:Free Writing timer. Thinking about you brings so much joy to me that I wonder is something really happening between us, as I look deeply into your eyes I begin to see it all play out in front of me. As I hear the beating of my heart match the beating of your heart, I realize we only have this time together. Written By: Deirdre Stokes. January 12, 2017. January 12, 2017.
Words Are a Lovely Try
Honey and the Moon. Words Are a Lovely Try. March 8, 2014. Thanks for visiting, and please excuse the lack of really anything and everything while I work on getting things ready and up! It shouldn’t be long of a wait. Wait, ’til I hit the ground harder. Wish I could wait,. To hear your heart beat fast. I wish I could wait to see you shaking. My days are numbered here,. And I don’t want to be the last one home. Honey and the Moon. March 6, 2014.
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Sunday, March 22, 2009. Man In The Moon. Faris Nourallah - Man In The Moon. Do you ever think about the man in the moon. Do you ever think that people thought it was god. Five million miles away, surrounded by stars. Always looking out for us we followed the stars. Long before we had cars. And we looked to the sky. And the man in the moon. But the days went by. And the need to know why. Seemed to coincide with ‘there’s no man in the moon’. Have we came along with all our rocket science. Man in the moon.
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Words are Art. Use them. I’d love to wear this for my wedding! It’s made by Firefly Path, you can buy it here:. Scruba dub dub theres a kitty in the tub. If a time comes that I do not reblog this photo it will be because. Sorry, Ryan. (photo via vlisingen. August 14, 2015. It was an abundant day for turtle sightings on our walk. The dogs were really excited to have the chance to make new friends, the turtles did not share those feelings. July 8, 2015. I’d love to wear this for my wedding! June 26, 2015.
Words Are Art | a cut and paste adventure
The State of Art Right Now. A cut and paste adventure. June 29, 2012. The contest is over and everybody wins! A few people posted on the blog and a few more sent me their entries via email. Since my goal is to give my art happy… Continue reading →. June 10, 2012. I gave this up. Well, no. Not really. Really giving up would be deleting it. But I didn’t. So, I’m going to start again. What is America but a land of start-again? And… Continue reading →. March 24, 2011. March 2, 2011. So, which comes first?
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My life.my passions.my dreams.my reality. About the Author :. I am finding it very difficult lately over the past few weeks to not feel overcome with anxiety over everything that still needs to get done. I feel like I can only do 1/2 of what I’m typically capable because I become so exhausted so much more quickly. I also feel that every time we accomplish something on our massive to-do list, 3 more things get added. Is 26 weeks really that late to still not have anything done with the nursery? It has bee...
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Words Are Better Than Spoken. My so called thoughts in a few paragraphs or less. My So Called Life. I’m posting here the beginning of my article in the Huffington Post about the Dream Act. Go and check it out:. Currently a resident and student in Florida — ranked third. What do you think about the Dream Act? To Dream Act or not to Dream Act. Currently, I am working on a blog post on the Dream Act and whether it is something beneficial or negative for our country. Most importantly, I’m sorry that I&...
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Die Subconscious, Die! The Truth of Traffic Lights. Welcome to Words Are Birds! Hi, I’m Frank…writer, illustrator and maker of books. Words Are Birds is a blog dedicated to the craft of digital book making. Using my own work as a sketchpad, let’s explore the creative possibilities of what a book can be when made with digital ink. To learn more about the website, check out the FAQ. Or read The Creed. Gentlemen, Start Your Penguins! Apr 30, 2015 Random Words. So once a year, we ride them…. A coupon for you...
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