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1926 National Geographic, back cover.  

If you don’t like the weather…

weather

Click on the word “weather” (up above this sentence, underlined) to hear cute (and very short) jingle

– drawing and jingle by Mary MacGowan

Orange and Sad

Orange

in my house

and

sad

on a Cherry Hill

Boutique

Bag

I’m back

My faded orange nail-polished toe (with impressive bunion) next to a shoe from China circa 1950, made to fit a woman who endured the ancient art of footbinding.  My sister and I each treasure this strange little shoe, so we take turns owning it. I have it this year.

See photo below for greater understanding.

 

 

Heartbreaking Swiftness

 

I sing arias

of heartbreaking swiftness,

holding roses

full of fresh.

This is my way

of writing a poem, a Love.

the reason is: you are drunk and this is the edge of the roof

My desire-body, don’t come strolling over this way. Sit where you are, that’s a good place. When you want dessert you choose something rich. In wine you look for what is clear and firm. The rest is self-hatred and mocking other people and bombing.  So just be quiet and sit down. The reason is: you are drunk, and this is the edge of the roof.  – Rumi

The Standing Babas

The Standing Babas were men who’d taken a vow never to sit down, or lie down, ever again, for the rest of their lives. They ate their meals standing up . . . They even slept while they were standing, suspended in harnesses . . . The pain was unending and terrible . . . Tormented, tortured, the Standing Babas were never still. They shifted constantly from foot to foot in a gentle, swaying dance . . . The faces of the Babas were radiant with their excruciation . . . [they] assumed a luminous, transcendent beatitude. Light, made from the agonies they suffered, streamed from their eyes . . . The Babas were also comprehensively, celestially, and magnificently stoned. They smoked nothing Kashmiri – the best hashish in the world . . . and they smoked it all day, and all night, all their lives . . . For a tiny moment in the infinitude of his suffering I almost felt it, what the human will can drive the human body to endure and achieve.

– Gregory David Roberts, “Shantaram”

A Dramatization in 3 Acts

Not Enough Being

Men Too Loud; Today’s Silence

AGES 20 – 58: MEN MAKING NOISE AT ME…

MY LIFE NOW, ALONE.  SILENCE IN THE MORNINGS, FREE TO GAZE OUT WINDOWS BEFORE RISING

 

I ACCEPT FULL RESPONSIBILITY FOR ALLOWING THESE MEN TO DISRUPT MY LIFE AND MY WELLBEING.  MANY DIFFERENT MEN HAD MANY DIFFERENT AGENDAS; THEY WEREN’T ALL BAD PEOPLE.  I STILL HOPE, ONE DAY, TO FIND A TRUE LOVE TO SHARE SILENCE IN THE MORNINGS. TO GAZE OUT WINDOWS BEFORE RISING.  TO SHARE.

Jan.10, 2012 Soft Landing on Cloud Mary

didn’t like the previous drawing, so i doctored it.

Jan.7, 2012 For every divorced man . . .

Jan.6, 2012 Mary and Bailey Take A Nap

(some of these drawings are on etsy)