Words + Pictures

  Passing Song

(collection of Lauren Linowitz)

"Everyone likes birds. What wild creature is more accessible to our eyes and ears, as close to us and everyone in the world, as universal as a bird?"~ David Attenborough
 

     Is there anyone who doesn't adore bir...

 The moon from my roof brings an added sweetness to the night.

     Does the thought of waking with the dawn make you feel like you have been delivered a kind of death sentence? Or does your body naturally orient itself to the rhythm of the sun and feel energized by it....

I wrote this poem at the VCCA Le Moulin à Nef art residency in southern France, summer, 2016. My beautiful, light-filled studio faced the Garonne River.

I sit with the sound of

rain that isn’t

rain its plinky symphony

keeping time with the

rhythm of my pulse

The fish bubble...

         This haibun was originally published  in Life In 10 Minutes Blog

     He was known as Dr. Radish, and was something of a minor celebrity in the small college town where I lived. The name was his DJ moniker. He hosted a very popular late nigh...

                                              Say it Like You Mean it,  8" x 10" watercolor, ink on rice paper

     I have been making art for al...

I am told

I have a sad face

it is a fact

even when I don’t feel

particularly so

everyone used to say it

why do you look so sad?

the constant inquiry as a child

Once I was given a bear

I called “Honey”

with the same eyes

the same expression

he is sad like you

said the gifter

I loved...

"Imperceptible Weight" 19" x 19.5" oil pastel , ink on paper ~ Linda Laino

What is art for? Why do we make it? Is it a necessary part of life?

These are strange questions to ponder after I have spent the better part of my life entrenched in art’s gilded fist. I recently...

I wrote this piece when mother had died just weeks after Dia De Los Muertos in 2012. It became a kind of eulogy at her funeral, and was later published in Elephant Journal. I am also sharing another piece I wrote about my mother that was first published in Life in...

i cringe when i see the fb page

dedicated to his life

father, football coach, pillar of the

community the one i left long ago

in 8th grade he and his friend

grabbed me in the local swimming pool

the country club for crissakes my

pubescent bikini an open invitation in

broad day...

 Note: This essay (never published) was written in 2012, just after I moved to San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. I share it in honor of the upcoming Dia de los Muertos. (And yes, I am in this photo :-)

     Having been topless on public beaches and even spending a vacation...