WILD
DECAY
STRIPES
FROG (Think Coat Toggle)
SQUASH
MICRO
Yes... it's an octopus thing. 😉
Tiny Cuts
The path is narrow—
the drop off steep on either side.
“Don’t look down” doesn’t work
when the weeds of old routines
entangle, unraveling like an old cassette tape
played too often and stretched too thin,
wrap around my ankles
threatening my knees.
Stumbling, I fall from flat ground,
my finger tips grapple with gravel
sharp and loose
until I find purchase in a word—
STOP.
I breathe
for a moment lying still,
acknowledging the pain of tiny cuts
and clamber back onto the walkway.
the drop off steep on either side.
“Don’t look down” doesn’t work
when the weeds of old routines
entangle, unraveling like an old cassette tape
played too often and stretched too thin,
wrap around my ankles
threatening my knees.
Stumbling, I fall from flat ground,
my finger tips grapple with gravel
sharp and loose
until I find purchase in a word—
STOP.
I breathe
for a moment lying still,
acknowledging the pain of tiny cuts
and clamber back onto the walkway.
Black Friday: A Morning on the Mountain
The sun, unable to push
through heavy clouds, breaks
the day in layers of gray.
As wind dances
across corn fields now barren,
I stand among the young oaks
planted along the roadside
still and grateful for silence.
Inktober Tangles 2021
Because I just didn't have enough to do in October, I took on the added challenge of Inktober Tangles too... I didn't actually finish the project until early November but, hey, I got it done! 😁
As with Inktober, I posted individual prompts on my Instagram account: @letitiaminnick
Inktober 2021
Well... It's over and I feel I finally earned my 31 ink drop pin this year (I guess I'll have to order it. 😉)
For more information about Inktober and the man who originally thought it up, click here.
I post mostly on Instagram. If you would like to see what I did for each prompt individually, I'm at @letitiaminnick.
The list:
Zentangle - Meditation #1
I thought it might be nice to share some of my "practice" work.
Wishing you peace.
A Crack in the Block
With cables connected to a tried and trusted form,
I turn the key
and get nothing but sputtering expletives.
Fearing dry rot,
I rotate the rhythm,
adjust the jumpers and try again...
silence.
Yawning,
my muse points at the paint box--
continuing to prefer ink and gouache
over the poetry super highway.*
*A nod to Rick Lupert.
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Inktober 52 2022 Prompts 1 - 6
WILD DECAY STRIPES FROG (Think Coat Toggle) SQUASH MICRO Yes... it's an octopus thing. 😉
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Today's color: White GISH Starchy shrapnel covers the cutting board-- evidence of a warped mind driven to carve a couch ...
