Home in a Wider World – redacted.
home in a wider world born traveled made
born traveled made
her base had a tendency to take off on trips
at crucial junctures
when things were just beginning.
unfailingly glamorous enough to compare
they twist inside of her
making appearing diving
making appearing diving
pastel seascapes carved wood fish portraits of new close friends
now winking and veering
into her influence on Her.
A Sterling Act – redacted.
Five years before the world stopped
it turned upside down and inside out
reshaping Mind and Man.
The Collector of Transformative Gifts-
the Chairman Emeritus
promised to come in form of exhilarating exhibition.
History and humor met
and five years is Now
as it will be known
are gifts with no restrictions .
A sterling act of Four Horsemen.
A Light Tucked Away – redacted.
The trucks pulled in hauling a mammoth disassembled into pieces.
Between a patch of Verdi and Boheme
was his iron
more than a mile of it.
He cut into hundreds of little deaths.
so that the stars and perhaps Verdi
The season was a labor.
A day spent prepared for opening.
Night provided a care
something a bit frugal
for an operation more than work.
Rehearsed in the final preseason
the feel of a light tucked away.
Close Encounter – redacted.
You say you want a close encounter
to follow footsteps
to lay eyes
to show up on doorsteps
many many hundreds of hearts deeper.
His Limelight – redacted.
A century is many things-
often over looked.
A creative reared in music
played by ear
but could not read.
The music, his city lights.
The sound, the essentially silent.
The score, his limelight.
New York will play his satire
While the kind
Embrace his years.
Pinned - redacted.
I attempt to pin stars to the view
I can see I'm weak
I may glance
The question I try to answer
How close to terms am I?
Sift through a year
Trying to feel strong and in order
I say I was missing
Gone or wished I could
I find myself before reservation
Still, regard the stars as a little perspective
While I stand by the view
Paths But Few Led - redacted
A port was preparing to open
Word spread that a giant had been inside
In the days to follow
Worked tiredless in stocks of fire
jettisoned ahead on a wave of redemption
With a large liquid face
Stark and real
Small firm hands
told to find
Turn it now
Raghavan, Anita. "Varied Paths in Life After Galleon, but Few Led to Success." The New York Times 17 Oct. 2014, Business sec.: B5. Print.
I CONFESS: I have grown into a card-carrying rule follower. I'm an adherent stickler for rules birthed from not wanting to get onto trouble. Its a far cry from my damn-the-man teens and twenties.
I CONFESS: Though I know better, I drank a large real coffee this morning. I'm bouncing off the walls and will be crashing in t-minus 10, 9, . . .
I CONFESS: Too often I confuse stuffing my feelings and seething with taking the high road.
I CONFESS: I do not feel ready for Monday.
I CONFESS: I hate celery.
I CONFESS: It's not my life that's so complicated, it's my reactions to my life.
I CONFESS: I'm taking a break from the book (Impossible Vacation by Spalding Gray) that I'm reading even though I'm so close to the end. The main character's impending mental break is causing me too much anxiety.
I CONFESS: I shave my toe knuckles.
I CONFESS: When we moved to NY last summer I was going to reinvent myself by introducing myself as "Jenna Ann."
I CONFESS: My first confession seems a bit weak so here goes, I confess that I feel like a complete asshole for having to pray (really pray) for the patience, loving kindness and compassion it takes to do my job today.
I CONFESS: Its not easy for me to take a compliment or compliment myself so today I'm stepping out of my comfort zone and invite you to do the same. Here goes, I am a talented artist with a voice and vision worth sharing. :)
I CONFESS: I permanently delete all my text messages daily as a form of new technological age cleansing.
I CONFESS: My life has been full of redos, rebranding, career changes, image make overs, college transfers, start overs, take 2-3-4-5. . . a constant string of new beginnings. I may never settle in, never settle down, become a "company man" so to speak and I think (I'm becoming) ok with that. Some people call it flaky or immature but I say it's my phoenix nature, burn baby burn and rise again. The universe is ever changing with its rhythmic and sometimes chaotic ebbs and flows, trickles and volcanic eruptions. I'm dancing to its beat.
I CONFESS: I talk to myself (not out loud, luckily) a lot. A whole lot.
I CONFESS: If the alarm clock wakes me from a nightmare, I will snooze until I have a good dream or at least shake off the bad one.
I CONFESS: I'm taking the day off from confessing.
I CONFESS: I've been balking over my confessional today. PMS has me super emotional and unsure.
I CONFESS: Party Rock by LMFAO is my guilty pleasure dance jam.
I CONFESS: The first thing I do when I start a paper back book is break the spine. (be forewarned.)
I CONFESS: For a person who made a conscious decision to not own a television set for anti-couch potato and anti-cable bill reasons , I watch a whole hell of a lot of television programming online.
I CONFESS: I don't read a newspaper, read RSS feeds, listen to news radio or watch news programs. If it wasn't for my mom's text updates I'd have no idea what was going on in the world.
I CONFESS: I've always been a bigger Rolling Stones fan than Beatles fan.
I CONFESS: I make sure to tell both my cats, "I love you." before leaving each morning.
I CONFESS: The first crush I can remember having was either on Jessica Rabbit or Rowdy Roddy Piper. I can't recall who was first.
I CONFESS: I will let trains pass me by in the morning (on my way to work) if I haven't completed my ritual of walking to a particular part of the platform to say good morning to the little copper statues.