Pardon

Washington State has tulips on the brain this month. I know, I know. "Florals? For Spring? Groundbreaking." BUT to keep things interesting, I’ll also leave you with a snippet of Emerson’s Hamatraya. One particular line is pulled out of context and printed on many a mass-produced garden sign, while the rest of the poem is, in fact, quite dark. I recommend you read the entire thing!

“..Where are these men? Asleep beneath their grounds:

And strangers, fond as they, their furrows plough.

Earth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful boys

Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs;

Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet

Clear of the grave..”

Kane

"Dear Wheeler: you provide the prose poems. I'll provide the war."

Recently watched a film I’ve needed to see for decades. Citizen Kane, which, for what it lacked in story, made up for in technical prowess and visual intrigue. Many an art student has gone bananas over this movie, and I do see why. It’s an inspiring piece of work, one that I felt compelled to make something from, hence this fun, quick full focus composite image.

The Birth of Eve

The birth of Eve: cosmic and grounded at the same time.

Light stretching gently into the beautiful dark.

Less jarring, more complex.

Roots, woven in strength and purpose outside of simple dominion.

A recognition of belonging within nature, a part, not apart.

It’s something we women have held in our hearts,

since the beginning.

Dedicated to my Aunt Barb, a force of nature, a generous and tenacious spirit.

the Myth of Diana

Despite reactionary rage, fully-coated anger,

a full inflicted fit of self importance, willingness to reck and ruin,

destruction for the promise of successful conquest,

Softness plays the long game.

Long after the most bitter of battles,

sometimes Softness wins.

Hopes on humanity, nature, and our place in this world we continue to influence.