Echoes
She sits in his lap
Before the sitting room hearth
Lost to eyes of green.
His fingers slide through red-gold
Tresses, lavender scented,
Behind, needles click
Percussion in four/four time;
Molly, knitting, says,
‘Harry, you need a haircut,’
A gasp, freckled hands entwine,
Red hair framed face;
Brown eyes glare over shoulder.
Daring. Possessive.
‘His hair is all mine now, Mum.
That is in the vows we made.’
Chuckling, he asks her,
‘Which part was that, remind me?’
She grins wickedly.
‘To be my Heart, and my Soul,
Thus keeping us balanced.
‘With my hair short, then
To keep our souls in
I Am
One who serves
New-age samurai
Protector of innocents
Defender of the ill and maimed
Torn-spirit healer
Fireman extinguishing
agony’s flames
Sentinel watch-stander
through dark hours
Lamp-lighter Hand-holder
Guiding to health
Guardian of wellness.
Standing in the forum
Before my countrymen, to
Profess
I am learnéd in science and skills
I am One Who Serves
I am a Nurse.
Thomas J. Macheski, RN
September 30, 2002
Oh I have been to Tasman Sea
down winding unsealed road
carved through green-stone fern forest
to dance across volcanic sand
with curling grey white-laced breakers
in sou’wester driven rain.
Then climbing up again
along that unsealed trail where
possum’s golden eyes
from out primeval woods
gauged the question: is this
the car for me? Answering,
no
And coming round the curve
met Kea, contesting
my right of way. “Who
goes there? What have you
for me?” Passing,
journeyed on to sleep
at the feet of giants.
September 18, 2001
So famous, that fabulous Scream
That touched on our unconscious stream.
Oh thank you, Fay Wray
For making our day
In a celluloid nightmarish dream!
10August 2004
And now, this craziness
Sitting down to hold a
one-sided silent conversation
With an old flame?
Though I suppose it’s not exactly
Silent if
others read these words.
I believe I’m doing this
Because
You did not marry me.
Oh, I’ve passed
Angry nights
and
Lonely days,
through
Aching arms encircling a
Void.
I reached enlightenment
by
Plighting my own trough... and
gaining insight to
Just why you felt constrained,
Refusing to answer my last letter.
Because
you did marry, but
You did not marry me.
I’m taking stock of things
I’ve d
Current Residence: teh Ranch, Thru the Looking Glass, North Central Baja Jorja Favourite genre of music: What speaks to me. A lot does. Favourite photographer: No. Just, no. These questions continue to be so narrow minded. Wallpaper of choice: Usually something I photographed Skin of choice: The one I'm inside of. Favourite cartoon character: Howl Personal Quote: May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.
Eclipse arrived.
I cancelled my automatic payment for Core Membership. I do not like Eclipse, I will not pay for it. I provided feedback before the change stating this is my intention; I also provided feedback this morning stating I completed my intention.
While I consider myself primarily a photographer, the entire process of being introduced to photography turned out to be a demonstration of an important lesson from my first teacher: my Dad.
He considered himself primarily a sculptor, and loved working with wood. He'd bought a camera and I got fascinated by it as he first learned the ins and outs of the controls. Told him I wanted to learn photography; he put a much simpler camera down in front of my and said, "I know what you really asked. If you are willing to learn how to compose a photograph properly without dealing with f-stops and shutter speeds, I will teach you photography. And, even