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Lex Cassar, Artist

He manipulates space, the atmosphere filling
from corner to corner with cool gesso light
blank, without line or shape
but what was in his thoughts
was already there just waiting
for the application
of pencil and ink and paint.
He knew it was only a fine moment
between his imagination
and the sketch of basic forms
in precise alignment
of sight lines and perspective
of expression and how his whole body
moved with his arm and hand
and fingers drawing in sweeps
and familiar shapes filled
with petal soft grays and thin black lines.
It could be a portrait of the child he loves
or some fierce monster
that child sees in his dreams,
or a stark landscape with ruined buildings
or a sleek spaceship moving silently
past spinning constellations,
or robots pieced together
in some scrappy punk fashion
or some shiny chromium automatron
or a house or a tree or a flower
or maybe a red headed Hyrkanian in chainmail
or a super heroine at the moment her power explodes
from her raised fist in a fiery burst of flame.
Perhaps his heart beats a little faster as he finishes
not because he’s proud, but because he knows
it’s not as complete as he’d wished,
but there had to be a point past work in progress
that ended this process of design
when the tether that connected him
to his painting was snapped
it was no longer about what it cost him
he had to let it go for some arbitrary price
his tender creation had to be sold
into the slavery of someone else’s wall.

Judith A. Sears
©09/11/2019

Inspired by the art I am so fond of, for Dan and Joe and Dave and Jeff but mostly for Lex, who has a heart for my imagination. jas

Lex Cassar – @GDNaturedVLLN Twitter
Good Natured Villain (GNV) also gdnaturedvlln on Twitch

The following artists are co-hosts of the Original Drink and Draw Social Club
that meets most Thursday Nights on YouTube.

Dan Panosian – @urbanbarbarian Twitter
Joe Quesada – @JoeQuesada Twitter
Dave Johnson – @Devilpig666 Twitter
Jeff Johnson – @Johnsonverse Twitter

31 Poems for Inktober 2019 Prompts

In the tradition of Inktober I offer these 31 word poems instead of ink drawings inspired by the 2019 prompts offered by artist, illustrator, writer and teacher, Jake Parker, who started this popular art challenge in 2009. I regularly try to write up to 1,000 words a day so these are just little added bits of fun. Hope you enjoy my words cause no one wants to see my stick-figured drawings! jas

1. Ring

metal cold hard unyielding
chased on mandible
formed with mallet
brazed and soldered
fit to fingers, given
with promises of delight
rings rule, only hearts
not wizards
not kings
if they were imbued
with magic
the silversmith would sing.

2. Mindless

do we do
all the tiny things
that meander with our thoughts
through the bedlam of yesterday
past the confusion of today
and on toward
the topsy-turvyness of tomorrow
do we do
the things that thoughtless
words make light of
with no consideration for the we
we wanted to protect
no we do and we feel regret
we do mindless things we do.

3. Bait

it’s all about the allure
the deliberate little torments
used to entice him
like he was prey
in her sights
and she was an irresistible temptation
as bright as sun reflected on water
cool and soothing
ready to catch him up
and devour every delicious morsel of him.

4. Freeze

if you stop, if you pause
if you stand still
for more than a moment
if you halt all movement
suspend all action
end all care never worry
become a statue
stalwart and sure
no matter how robust
you may have been
you freeze
and that would be a tragic end.

5. Build

make all the components
fabricate all that you need
sort them out pair them up
put them together
make it a big thing
made of many small things
make it a thing that grows
sturdy and useful
let there be fine connections
assembled with infinite care
just be careful that what you build
enhances the delicate pattern of the world.

6. Husky

they were dogs built for winter
fit for the cold
furry yappy creatures
who loved to run in the snow
pulling their master’s sled
over ice and cold
ending each run
warming up with the one
who fed them
and loving the one
who tells them
how to go.

7. Enchanted

he could see it in her eyes
she was filled
her eyes liquid
with emotion
being charmed
not under a spell or
even hypnotized
just slightly enchanted
but by who?

8. Frail

delicate insubstantial
fragile surprise
how do we ever survive
what is weak and helpless
about us in the world
alone or worse
together without
even a frail
connection
beyond home.

9. Swing

let me bring you around
let me influence you
manage you
I can be compelling
sweeping you along
the way I mean
for you to go
swing with me
by me be swung.

10. Pattern

I question how
a tree grows it leaves
in a cookie cut pattern
of oak and maple
and sycamore
who made those patterns
so identically repeated
man without machine
never made anything
so precise, how does a tree?

11. Snow

snow like confectioners sugar
coating all, white
in the crisp winter
frosting we watch
its arrival with delight
we play til our fingers
are blue with the cold
we watch it melt
to reveal spring green
laying silently under it all.

12. Dragon

dragons will never
believe in me
though I breath fire
occasionally singeing
the wounded feelings
of annoying creatures
who pretend to be
slayers of lies and
knights of truth
though my bed
is stuffed with
lofty excelsior
dragons will never
sleep willingly with me.

13. Ash

we built huge fires
every late summer
burning up the branches
our trees lost to storms
the flames were high and hot
for hours we were warmed
when the evenings cool
turned to nightly cold
the embers glowed
as we told stories of dark deeds
and still the ashes sizzled
in the early morning rain
before we made it to our beds
and our incendiary dreams.

14. Overgrown

I’m saving this
until after I’ve trimmed
the rose bushes down to canes
and pulled the weeds
from my flower box garden
cleaned up the world a bit
of the debris that
marched in triumph
across my lawn
then we will no longer call it
overgrown.

15. Legend

she was an extremely
notorious person, a legend
though regarded as unauthentic
there would most likely be
an interesting inscription
on her gravestone
if anyone ever found her dead
so far, no one is really
looking very hard
most just tsk tsk
in faded wonder.

16. Wild

growing unrestrained
wild as beauty
tempting as it turns
running free while
you can only stand and watch
or pursue in frantic flight
desiring to capture
and tame the object of your delight
that once fought for and caught
disintegrates into vapor
and leaves you with naught.

17. Ornament

I have a little bobble
that dangles from a cord
I hang it on my door
to ward away the storm
I put it on a ring
and hang it round my neck
its brought me precious luck
no lightnings struck me yet.

18. Misfit

Sissy was a misfit
her mother told her so
her father gave her money
and said she had to go
her older brother laughed
her middle brother crowed
her baby brother cried
while she danced all alone.

19. Sling

he took a bandanna
tied it around her neck
and gently placed her arm
in the makeshift sling
she cried about her injury
she cried about every tender
thing he ever did
for all the careful damage
he had secretly caused
every last night and yesterday
would forever be healed wrong.

20. Tread

take only soft steps
go gently on the ground
leave no mark of your passing
tread as lightly as you can
floating as you move
from now until tomorrow
may you never reach the end
of your flawless forward journey.

21. Treasure

it was unbelievably small
the tiniest creature wasted
as it rested in my hand
I had lost it helplessly
rejected potential in this one
warm bundle of flesh
doctors took it from me
and wiped all traces
of it from existence
I couldn’t bear to wonder
where they put my treasure
only that it was gone
away to place
that was not my hand.

22. Ghost

I’d sooner believe in dragons
than believe in ghosts
I’d sooner clowns haunt me or
demon monsters steal my breath
than have ghosts
dance in my shadow.

23. Ancient

I wonder about ancient
artifacts the history of
who and when and where and why
someone made the golden
bounty hid in graves
with kings and queens and
pharaohs as much as I wonder
about alabaster bowls and flint tools
found in common burial places
ancient things fascinate me even more
now that I too have grown old.

24. Dizzy

spinning spinning spinning
turning twisting falling hard
as the world tilts the wrong way
and I land all this way and that
and I can’t seem to find
how to make the world right again
so dizzy my eyes dance.

25. Tasty

you put this wild
bit of food on my tongue
a morsel of savory delight
a dab of honey sweet
a chocolate rich and dark
a dash of fiery hot sauce
a sharp sip of wine
and water fresh icy and cold
to wash it all down.

26. Dark

dark beings moving in the dark
with dark intentions
and dark delights
they never cast a shadow
nor do they make a noise
there is no trace
of where they’ve been
only a dark and ominous void.

27. Coat

I love my coat, and yet
I strongly resist
getting it out of my closet
until I’m chattering with the cold
like I might just be able to stall winter
a few more days
if I can be stronger
than the icy wind
or just simply stay indoors.

28. Ride

give me a boat
I’ll float on the water
give me a plane
I’ll glide on the wind
let me loose to soar
past clouds
over waves
down endless roads
and over mountains
I’ll only turn once
to see where I’ve been
then let me ride on, again.

29. Injured

I don’t know what to say
I have been hurt in
so many ways all
that injured me
is lurid fresh
as wounds raw with pain
or past purple bruising
aching deep as deeds that slice
and words that puncture
twisting rightness until
every good thought is broken
and likely to remain
crippling and dented.

30. Catch

careless girl that I am
I couldn’t be in the exact
right place or only
move just a little left or
just right enough
to catch it up
and make it mine
I couldn’t be so lucky
as to have it land
solidly in my grasping hand
snatch it out of the air
with a sure grip and hold it tight
against dropping it
careless girl with useless hands
that I am.

31. Ripe

it’s a peach
and the mere thought
makes moisture fill my mouth
anticipation as that first bite
sends dribbles down my chin
and I lick at my fingers
sticky with sweet nectar
juice too precious
to loose perfect
raw and ripe.

Judith A. Sears
October 1 – 31 2019

Studio: Singer/Dancer

about the studio and what happened there

nothing was soft about this studio
although it was filled with light
there were walls, windows and doors
the floor was wide and hard no give
not one crack just smooth cold concrete
the kind that burns beggars knees
cinder block walls painted blue
at least once or maybe twice then white
stains seep through from first layer to last
without pattern or design
left by years of what leaked from the ceiling
rusted frames hold window glass
coated with what ever hangs in the air
mixed with what the rain washes off the roof
this was the place he took her
the studio where he sang and
encouraged her to dance
to dance like it was an ethereal stage
twisting her heart so tight
that she never noticed how hard this place felt
because she was truly of the softest essence
moved by the music of his voice
her hands wide open in beseechment
her feet sore from turning, stepping
movements exceeding grace
in poignant ways words can not capture
achieved like the tenderest sacrifice
breathing in gasps and
he can not bring himself to end his song
til she falls in exhaustion
dashed to the floor
finding that the light has dimmed
to near darkness only after she is done
after his throat is raw and he must scoop her up
and carry her home in silence.

Judith A. Sears
©09/09/2019

That Mountain

don’t ever tell me
what I must do
a hawk floating near
that mountains top
taunted me with tempting wings
that effortless flight
leaning into the wind
like that mountain
would never give purchase
so why land
I don’t listen to them
the mountain just might crumble
fall to rubble, no sturdy
rock to let roll down
down to the valley
where the water falls
cascading over sharp ledges
they laugh, the hawks
at my ropes and carabiners
at my bottle of water
and my bandolier
and they squawk when I fall
appreciating the absurd humor
of my thinking I could ever climb
beyond hump or hillock
over ridge or up a spur
there will never be a peak for me
wrapped in the ridiculous notion
that this was mine to own
mine to conquer, such derision
I let the mountain be alone.
I stop listening to hawks
and instead go barefoot in the grass.
risking the ire of wasps

Judith A Sears
©08/16/2019

Inspired by a Lee Sargent prompt shared with me by Sara Garcia. jas

Ventured Out One Winter Morning

Winter snow had painted all
the windward sides of trees white.
The cabin where we had hidden
from last nights storm
has a thick delicious frosting of snow.
We dare not open the door.
We are waiting for the bourbon
in our creamy sweet coffee
to make it’s warm way to our fingers and toes
before we dawn our boots and gloves.
Though when we find our way outside
we stand still frozen, caught
in brilliant sparkling white.
This winter day we have lost all desire
to ruin the plush white ground
with our boot tracks.
So we stand quiet
not knowing what we wait for
only caring about how the wind
kisses our cheeks to blushing.
We shiver a little with cold delight.
The frozen vapor of our breath
escaping like little clouds
in the crisp clean winter air.
The fireplace seems
ever more inviting, now.

Judith A. Sears
©08/11/2019

For Jon Cassar, thanks for the Sunday photo prompt. You never fail me. jas