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Archive for April 2008

A little bit more

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The past four days I have spent working on “This Life” – a textile project of mine. The piece as a whole measures 4′ x 4′ so it is taking a while!

The above picture represents some 20 hours work.

Detail showing the couching – apologies for the poor quality – will try to do better!


Written by Jill

April 30, 2008 at 6:43 pm

Posted in Visual Arts

An Apple for the Teacher

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An Apple for the Teacher

Heather, you remember this little guy? He wanted to give this apple to his favorite teacher, that’s you.


Written by woodnymph

April 29, 2008 at 9:35 pm

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Jazz Glass

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this glass, this green glass, this blue glass,

this teal glass, even this pale purple glass,

this glass looks so cool, so calm, so serene,

but that is only because it is jazz glass:

it hides its past oh so well

so all you see is the cool.


this glass was not always cool and flat –

once it was burning hot, fluid, streaming,

molten like lava spilling from a volcano,

this glass is sand and ash that has paid its dues.

It has survived the fiery furnace,

But like a phoenix,

It has risen from the ashes to be reborn.


This glass is jazz glass –

It has paid the price,

It has counted the cost,

But it chooses to be transformed,

To groove on forevermore:

Behold the birth of cool!


By Kerry Vincent © 2008

Written by kvwordsmith

April 29, 2008 at 7:23 pm

The Ravens’ Muse

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by E. A. Poetica (a.k.a. kvwordsmith)


Once upon a mid-day boring, while I net-surfed, work ignoring,

Hoping for some inspiration…

While I waited, nearly napping, suddenly the keys were tapping,

My fingers the muse was slapping, slapping at my keyboard.

“Get busy, you, write some more,

You can do it, write some more….”


“Like Anita Marie, you could dis-member

Ghosts and their hunters, spilling blood upon the floor,

Crying out in their sorrow, nevermore be a tomorrow,

Load the corpses in a red death wheelbarrow,

Dump them at Anita’s Owl Creek Bridge,

Over there, beyond the dark cyber ridge.


“Or like Lori print some screens, mandalas both blue and green,

Goddess and flowers, frolic in the magick bowers,

Colors spinning like morning prayer flags,

Blessing the green earth and the Soul Food hags.”

(Older women, but not witches

A little sassy, not really *itches,

Just e-wenches on a creative ride!

We kiss the Muse, & try to stay on her good side!)


Presently my soul grew stronger, hesitating then no longer,

“Oh dear Muse, truly your forgiveness I implore,

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly set the keys to tapping at my keyboard,

I didn’t know it was you – please don’t be sore.”

I listened for her voice – only cyber silence, nothing more.


Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Le Enchanteur?”
This I whispered, but an echo murmured back the words, “I am Le Enchanteur!” –


There I sat at computer table, wondering, doubting, that I was able,

Could I create each day, and my creativity explore,

Could I earn my raven wings, and flap some more?

“Yes, you can do it, always learning, learning forevermore,

Create and share and post and comment – creativity galore!”

She encourages her flock of ravens, our Le Enchanteur!

“You can do it, write some more….”

* I would have included more foodies but got interrupted by my day job…Kerry)

Written by kvwordsmith

April 28, 2008 at 3:36 pm


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In order to further my painting skills I decided to do something completely different from my usual subject matter.  I titled this piece Foundering,  and tried to capture the drama of the moment as the ship sinks beneath the waves, and the last desperate moments of the sailor’s lives as they dive into the raging sea.


Written by woodnymph

April 28, 2008 at 3:24 pm

Posted in Art


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a.m. moscoso

Inspried By The SFC Prompt:

Footprints In The Sand

If I could walk

to the end of the world

I would find a hill to stand on

and I would

 watch the sunset.


I wonder.

Would  the sky look the same

at the end of the world?

Would the air smell the same?

If I put my hands to my face and screamed would I sound the same?


If I could walk to

the end of the world

I would walk upon the dead ocean floor

and touch rocks full of bones


for creatures I knew

when they were covered with flesh

a long time ago

when the Sun was Yellow

and not red.


If I could walk to the end of the world

I’d walk in circles for miles and miles

I’d leave my footprints there in the dusty remains

of my world



 that maybe someday, somebody

would know I once was.

Written by Anita Marie

April 27, 2008 at 6:35 pm

Manipulated Polaroid

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Mexican Saguaro Manipulated Polaroid

This is another example of a Polaroid Integral print. First I manipulated the exposure, then moved it into Photshp Elements for further manipulation. I feel it resembles a crude but effective wall hanging, something that I imagine might be found in an nineteenth century prairie homestead.


Written by woodnymph

April 26, 2008 at 5:01 pm

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