A Leap of Faith

photo by Amy Weston

 Her choices are limited, the outcomes dire. 

What would you choose?

Exhaustion

Exhaustion Junkie by Modigliani

she's stuck in a cycle of exhaustion and despair

making it day by day, hour by hour

it can't get better and it could get worse

She's not sure how to change

or even if she wants to

 

Smoke and Ashes

art by musafir

leaning forward she waits 

for the flames to end

for purpose to reveal it's self

it wasn't always this way

in the beginning it was

a way to survive

and after a time it became

all that was left

Magnificant Obsession

My obsession with Picasso continues and deepens. I don't know and don't care why. Trying to organize boxes of stuff from the garage, I discover more books, articles, reproductions, etc. from the past. Maybe time will bring some answers. Or not.

The Barefoot Contessa Or How I Found Out Where Babies Come From

In 1955, I went off to live with my stepmother and half-sister and my dad who attended night school on the GI bill. One night after dropping him off at school, we went to the drive-in to see The Barefoot Contessa. It was a complicated movie involving a dancer who likes to go barefoot then becomes a famous actress and eventually marries an impotent count. He finds out she's been unfaithful when she turns up pregnant so he shoots her. By this time I was pretty confused so I asked Mom why he was so mad at her; she hesitated for a moment then answered, "His pecker was shot off." Oh, I thought, Oh my goodness.

If Only

If only I had a pink laptop
I'd write the great american novel
If only I could remember to buy lotto tickets
I'd be rich instead of so darn cute
If only I could find my missing computer disks
I'd be speaking spanish or german or both
If only I lived in a yurt
I'd have buckets of money in the bank
If only I'd been born smart
instead of so damn cute
I'd have the world by the tail
If only...