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thursday june 9th, 10:15pm
dear mom and dad.
it’s your dog.
poe.
remember that time you bringed me to auntie lady’s house and then left me there, cause i do.
it was tonight.
and see i was doing the thinking that you were going to come back so imagine my greatness of surprise when auntie lady walked through the door. it was actually a bit disappointing if you’ll know but you would be so proud of me cause i wiggled and wiggled to give her the idea that i was happy to see her but really i was thinking of you the whole time and that is a thing called pretending.
aunty lady said you’ll be back before i know it but doesn’t she even know that i don’t know it so i actually don’t know it so that makes no sense. and…
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A Little History of Riley
Riley Brewster recently showed two paintings at the Creative Arts Workshop in New Haven, CT. They are part of a show called Concrete and Shadows that includes two works each by Jiliane Jones, Christopher Mir, and Howard el Yasin. Holding together marvelously, the group show by the two sculptors and two painters deserves attention and commendation. The show was curated by Steve DiGiovanni and is open from June 24 to July 29, 2016.
My intent here, however, is to highlight Riley’s work in the context of his other recent exhibitions. Three summers ago, Riley had many paintings on exhibit at the Giampetro Gallery at Erector Square in New Haven and that show gave a large expansive sense of of his recent work. The concern with and passion for poetry, for a sense of place, and for a personal and authentic meditation remain consistent over the years. The paintings resonate deeply.
As I reflected on these two summer shows…
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Buttonbush and other swamp lovers
On a rainy morning, the absence of bees and butterflies on satellite-shaped, white flowers of buttonbush (Cephalanthus occidentalis, below) is in stark contrast to any sunny afternoon when the gardener must approach with caution, or risk the consequences. I first discovered this native shrub in a swampy area along a local hiking trail, where the buzz of pollinator activity caught my attention. A bit of research led to my conclusion that buttonbush would be well suited to a troubling spot of constantly damp ground in the garden. I have not been disappointed.
While gardens change over time, sunny spots turn to shade as trees mature, and sometimes back to sun as trees are toppled in storms, rarely does dry ground change to wet without man’s intervention. But, in a back corner of the garden, an evergreen holly and ‘Arnold Promise’ witch hazel grew for two decades alongside a natural spring that…
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Finally heading North and Counting our Blessings
Hi Friends and Family, We hope all is well in your worlds! It’s been some time since our last post. To get caught up, we have summarized our journeys. June 30 was a particularly memorable day for Ken and I.
Went to Tupelo to visit Kenny’s old army buddie, Artie and his girlfriend, Betty. Great time seeing them. Next, Carlsbad Caverns and Flight of the Bats in the amphitheater. In our opinion, Cathedral Caverns was more decorative and colorful but amazed at the rock formations and size of the rooms. Flight of the Bats a must see – a tornado of bats swooping out of the mouth of the Caverns, then spinning out of the tornado off to capture their dinner. Much more spectacular than those we saw in AL. In Carlsbad we also visited Living Desert Zoo and Gardens State Park. Gorgeous zoo and large, beautifully landscaped enclosures, botanical…
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We Crave Truth Tellers
These days I am drawn to poetry. Not sure why. I crave something unknown or unspoken. Reading and searching. Pencil and notebook always near.
On this journey to who knows where, I listened to an On Being podcast with host, Krista Tippett interviewing the poet, Elizabeth Alexander. As with all of Krista’s interviews I am mesmerized … a master class on interviewing and diving deep into language and shared meaning.
Krista, sharing her thoughts on poetry, stopped me cold choosing words that described my being. “I have to feel strong enough or destroyed enough to take in poetry.” I recognize myself in these words. I feel no middle, only the ends of me, strength and destruction. A place where poetry lights a way back to center.
Maybe an odd post for a Fourth of July holiday. Or maybe not. Our Country is torn and in need of truth-telling poets. America has…
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Shallow Thinking 