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Herida Abierta

This show, Viviendo Entre la Herida Abierta, by Leticia Contreras is up at the Birdhouse now and I dig it. It is the best show I've seen there in several months. Lucky you (if you live in Knoxville), you can catch the closing reception this coming Saturday, the 29th.

Genius loci

I have an upcoming show at the Bagwell Center for Media & Art at Pellissippi State Community College. Here is a flyer for you and yours to see, share, and enjoy.

sketch books

I've just started working in the final pages of a large sketch book and am resolved to stick to smaller books again. Less weight. My next one is partially started and I found this in it. Noam Chomsky came to speak at UTK in 2011. The book is all scrap paper bound in the style I learned from Andrzej Włodarski, but not nearly so well finished.

your name in print!

Worthy 4

This is a link to a great article about Tallu Schuyler Quinn, executive director of The Nashville Food Project and a radiant, creative soul. I got to work with the Nashville Food Project (then called Mobile Loaves and Fishes Nashville) and their wonderful garden manager, Brooke Gillon, last summer through Urban Land Scout camp and it was a great experience. I'm pleased for Nashville to have an organization like the Nashville Food Project and glad Tallu is steering the ship.

Photo by Ashley Hylbert

Propping Against the Dangers

My grandmother gave me a copy of Nikki Giovanni's Bicycles. I've not read more than the title piece, but it was a good one. Here's to talent sprung from East Tennessee and the indomitable spirit of Ms. Giovanni-- long may they live.


Bicycles

Midnight poems are bicycles
Taking us on safer journeys
Than jets
Quicker journeys
Than walking
But never as beautiful
A journey
As my back
Touching you under the quilt

Midnight poems
Sing a sweet song
Saying everything
Is all right

Everything
Is
Here for us
I reach out
To catch the laughter

The dog thinks
I need a kiss

Bicycles move
With the flow
Of the earth

Like a cloud
So quiet
In the October sky
Like licking ice cream
From a cone
Like knowing you
Will always
Be there

All day long I wait
For the sunset

The first star
The moon rise

I move
To a midnight
Poem
Called
You
Propping
Against
The dangers