Dancing Never Dies

PoppyRed'sEncausticptgs

         Poppy Red’s Encaustic painting

January 31

by David Lehman

The sky is crumbling into millions of paper dots
the wind blows in my face
so I duck into my favorite barbershop
and listen to Vivaldi and look in the mirror
reflecting the shopfront windows, Broadway
and 104th, and watch the dots blown by the wind
blow into the faces of the walkers outside
& here comes a thin old man swaddled in scarves,
he must be seventy-five, walking slowly,
and in his mind there is a young man dancing,
maybe seventeen years old, on a June evening—
                              he is that young man, I can tell, watching him walk                                

Capetown in Cape-Cod

KaviinCapeCod8:2015

Kavi at the open fire

Marshmallow in Cape:

scrumptious in Africa’s Cape-

town and USA’s

Looking Back

MollySchaarIdle

illustrator:Molly Idle

Forseeing

by Sharon Bryan

Middle age refers more
to landscape than to time:
it’s as if you’d reached

the top of a hill
and could see all the way
to the end of your life,

so you know without a doubt
that it has an end—
not that it will have,

but that it does have,
if only in outline—
so for the first time

you can see your life whole,
beginning and end not far
from where you stand,

the horizon in the distance—
the view makes you weep,
but it also has the beauty

of symmetry, like the earth
seen from space: you can’t help
but admire it from afar,

especially now, while it’s simple
to re-enter whenever you choose,
lying down in your life,

waking up to it
just as you always have—
except that the details resonate

by virtue of being contained,
as your own words
coming back to you

define the landscape,
remind you that it won’t go on
like this forever.

Illustrators Connect!

Attachment-1

illustrated in Procreate by Don Smith

Teacher – student join

after 25 years of

art, color, honor

Taming Grief

YamamotoLookAlike

illustration by Yamamoto (Look Alike)

On Ellen DeGeneres
Ellen wanted to be a veterinarian. But when she was 13 and her parents divorced, she found that her jokes cheered up her grieving mother: “My mother was going through some really hard times and I could see when she was really getting down, and I would start to make fun of her dancing,” DeGeneres later said. “Then she’d start to laugh and I’d make fun of her laughing. And she’d laugh so hard she’d start to cry, and then I’d make fun of that. So I would totally bring her from where I’d seen her start going into depression to all the way out of it.” She began to see the healing power of humor.
When DeGeneres was 21, she fell in love with Kathy Perkoff, a 23-year-old poet. Perkoff was killed in a car accident, and Ellen turned once again to comedy as a coping strategy. She wrote a monologue called “A Phone Call to God,” and performed it at her first stand-up gig in New Orleans. It was a big hit and launched her comedic career. A booking agent from The Tonight Show caught her act at the Improv in Hollywood, and host Johnny Carson invited her to appear on the late-night talk show in 1986. This led to appearances on the talk show circuit and, in the mid-1990s, her own eponymous sitcom.

Fox Illustrations

Version 2

illustration by Jeanne Poland

before the pounce-is

the crouch…then fly on air-bear

down on butterfly!

At the Bowl

Schachner

illustrator: Schachner

snow flakes push cravings

for nitty-gritty munchings

shoulder to shoulder

Fetal Position

byJByronSchachner

illustrator:Byron Schachner

69/yin-yang

cat warms tot;tot warms feline

energy pose/ re-boot

Ante 2

doubleview

illustrated by Ratta Mahatta

Today my 79 year old brother mourned the non-response of my daughter who uses texting instead of landline phone. My sister’s response to the storm weather report was to defy the wind and drive through it. I concurred.

Then brother warned relatives of danger of the storm and advised not to gather. The weather reports differed in each locale. There were many points of view.

The reunion was shelved; the ante was the only show. Each fox observed differing phenomena.

The ante rose and fell, blew and rearranged itself in soft drifts that froze. The ante froze in place. The curtain closed.

Ante 1

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illustration by Elizabeth Stanton

Am working on a picture book about the foxes tamed in Siberia. Ever since the Rhyming Picture Books Conference in NYC, I keep thinking about manuscripts that rhyme, but have concluded that to have a story, illustrations that bleed on the page and regular rhymes is simply too much for the page! Love J Patrick Lewis’s poetry anthologies but he doesn’t have to lay out the pages; the art director does. And there’s no story with a character who engages the reader from page 5 on…I’m also grappling with science (non-fiction) and animal characters (fictionalized)
Meanwhile, I’m trying to use Procreate on an iPad to illustrate. Being a tactile girl, the virtual tools are not a good fit!
Ho-hum on I go.
Jeanne

 

 

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