in a while, crocodile

JRZ

illustrator: JRZ

 

the questions are:

where is the bottom row of teeth?

foe or friend?

can I grab you by the tail and spin you to smithereens?

jaw vs claw?

Fibonacci

This optical illusion still works as a tiny image.

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This is my color rendering of Fibonacci's math formula This is my color rendering of Fibonacci’s math formula

And here is Joy Acey’s Fibonacci poem:
MY DOG
Bark,
BARK!
My dog
likes to bark.
Round and round she turns
then settles on the rug to sleep.

Today’s poem is a FIB–a poem based on Fibonacci’s number. Try writing your own FIB today.

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Turbulence

Sometimes comfort is found in the song, in the breathing

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Male or female?
hold on hold on
In the air
in the plane
we fall
and turn
blown and shook.

Look for comfort:
lullabies
a steady grip
a Southwest rock-a-bye.

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a space in the sun

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deck on 5/2019

 

I remember the first time I tried to read my iPhone 8+ in the sun. The screen fled the heat.  And now, my deck has become an unfriendly place for my devices. It is just as well since I now realize they do try to steal my attention. Today I read an article by Nicholas Cannarecto about a book by Jenny Ordell called: “How to Do Nothing; Resisting the Attention Economy.”

We stay on line too much. Digital platforms keep us connected for their own profit. But to engage in sensitive, actual human interaction, we need to escape from them. A Greek philosopher, Diogenes, lived simply, naturally, and without shame, rejecting the artificial trappings of society. He engaged with the world, but lived apart.

Facebook catches and kills our attention by eliminating context in a void composed solely of the present. The present lacks content, humanity and sustainable meaning.

We must be able to contemplate, participate; leave and come back, where we are needed: to take the view of the outsider without leaving. Our enemy is in the channels through which we encounter the world day by day.

By standing apart, we may be able to refocus attention on the world, mitigate its social divisions and inequality, hear it and see it in all its strangeness and richness.

Doing nothing means living in accord with nature, community, and careful observation of the world, when we pry open the cracks in the concrete and encounter life itself.

Park City Greeting

And on May 24th in Park City

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Moose Welcome in Park City Moose Welcome in Park City

Will the ski lift hold me?
Will your hot tubs overflow??
Will the pool be deep enough?
Will my herd hang low?

What will you feed us?
In the tabernacle halls?
Will you bring the elders
To decorate the stalls?

Blessings on the aspens
And the mountains white with snow;
Blessings on the Utah way
That blesses buck and doe.

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solar lights

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Don’s photo of solar hummingbird lights

 

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Jeanne’s photo of solar hummingbird lights

 

Don’s iPhone slices the light,

coaxes the batteries blown by the wind

bursts energy with his view: electronic!

 

Jeanne’s iPhone contrasts the white with shadow

punches the vibrant colors way up

wings the birds-wings the flight of energy!

E-passwords

Owen rides into another dimension

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Want my identity? Want my identity?

Want my identity?
Find me in the now.

Changed again.
Riding the rocks.

Warping the jump.
Flowing.

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Zen-Zoch

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illustrator: Julie Rohan Zoch

 

Zen-Zoch

 

notice the simplicity of Zoch’s signature: “r Z”

black on white circle (negative space)

redolent of the yin/yang pattern

the gray values

the hard thin toe and wing lines

the soft edges on the head top and shadow

the two tones of gray to suggest the rounded abdomen

the soft simplicity of the closed eye lids

waiting for enlightenment

…waiting

a soft popping of bubblegum

LisaFalzon,illustrator

Lisa’s work posted by Raven Howell

A friend, as a child, was asked by another child who was blind, “What does pink look like?” How would YOU have answered it she asks today… this is the inspiration for my poem.

A bite of buttered gnocchi,


The squish of marshmallow,


A soft popping of bubblegum

,
A heartfelt, smiled “Hello!”

Fragrant garden roses,


A stress-free springtime day,


A breath, a hint of whispering


Of breeze upon the bay.

A blushing childhood cheek,


Sunrise on the brink.


Pet a piggie’s belly


To get to know your pink!

© Raven Howell 2019 “PINK”

Meredith

Meredith in2009

2009: Meredith

 

nice niece

 

nice niece

near crease

spot lit

tight fit

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