Frida Kahlo–About That Unibrow

Found Poetry from: A Public Persona That Still Enthralls by Rebecca Kleinman;                 New York Times, Sunday, February 3, 2019

Frida Kahlo: About That Unibrow

Frida Kahlo’s image
on a par with Cleopatra
cultivated a statement.

A statement unibrow
the body as canvas
drew focus to her face.

Her passion
and a sense of wonder turned
pain and corsets into art.

Often portrayed as a victim,
broken and fragile
she was strong and accomplished.

Comfortable with cross-dressing
in dungarees and a cigarette she
re-established her independence.

like a natty chap in
“Self-Portrait With Cropped Hair”
she had relationships with women.

A mastermind, Kahlo delivered
red-carpet moments and referred
to herself as the great concealer. 

Stella! Stella! Stella!

I ~ Stella

The storm becomes her name.
Hey, Stella.
Or should it be Blanche?
Charm is 50% illusion.

I don’t want realism. I want magic!
Haven’t you ever ridden on that streetcar?
that bangs through the Quarter
Why, they told me to take a streetcar named Desire.


II ~ Nuances At Midnight

Yesterday a Spring walk.
Waking to a chiseled morning rides a wild mustang.
A dame that knows she’s good looking.
What kind of a queen do you think you are?

The real cork.
Marie Antoinette meets Blanche DuBois.
They eat cake. Where’s Stella?
She’s out there on the porch.

One Country, Two Tribes

A found poem from the article “One Country, Two Tribes” by Sabrina Tavernise published in The New York Times: Sunday, January 28, 2017

[Found poetry is a type of poetry created by taking words, phrases, and sometimes whole passages from other sources and reframing them as poetry (a literary equivalent of a collage) by making changes in spacing and lines, or by adding or deleting text, thus imparting new meaning].



A woman in beige pumps and pearls,
women wearing fleece and sensible shoes —
there is a lot of shouting.
One country, two tribes.

Different laws of gravity,
languages and truths.
More about who you are
than what you believe.
One country, two tribes.

“I’m excited about change.”
said Helene on Inauguration Day.
She wanted Fall River to get some of its old industry back —
fabric and upholstery.
The day of the women’s march,
Nan Nelson, a geologist from Syracuse, was holding a sign
“Women Geologists Rock”
If that Friday felt like a wedding,
that Saturday was a feisty funeral.
One country, two tribes.

“They think that I think the earth is flat,”
Harry, a retiree from Ham Lake Minnesota,
said of liberals.
Jonathan calls it the clash
between globalists and nationalists.
Forget about the factory. Invent something new.
Get over it.
One country, two tribes.

Monica Martinez works for a non-profit
that helps people with autism.
“He’s basically saying the lives
of Americans are more important
than the lives of people in Cambodia.
What do I say to my kids about that?”
“What do I say if they ask me, ‘Hey Mom,
what’s wrong with putting America first?’”
One country, two tribes.

What will happen here?
Emphasize our sameness?
No one seems to be in the mood.
“It’s just so hard to understand them.”
“I guess they just wanted change.”
“I don’t get it.”
“What are you fighting for?”
One country, two tribes.

“Here I am walking down the street
with my red dress and my flag shawl,
and people don’t even want to say hi.”
“What are we doing?”
“Are we going to take up arms against each other?”
One country, two tribes.



As I was enjoying an unusual guilty pleasure today – a leisurely late breakfast, my mind took its usual circuitous route and went off on a tangent. The word tangent flicked wildly between sips of tea, birdsong and my feeling that the real reason I paint, is because I sing off key.

So please try to follow as I go in a tangential direction: In our writers’ group, (Word Crafters), we have turned the geometrical and spacial meaning of tangent (as well as its linguistic use) into a lightning sword watchword that moves conversation from meandering into meaning. And it actually does this more with humor than cutting edge. “TANGENT” has turned into a useful tool to harness the sometimes wayward energy of typical group sidetracking into more focussed discussion.

With this in mind, my to-do list was to paint early in the day, but when I sidetracked to poetry, I called “TANGENT” on myself, and decided to look up its actual meaning and write a poem about it. I have now sidetracked enough time that I am beginning to feel my belly rumbling for lunch, however I did manage to feed and walk the dog twice. This for my efforts:


Tangent defined:

1. (geometry) a straight line that touches a curve at a single point without crossing it there.

2. (daily life) a topic nearly unrelated to the main topic but having a single point in common with it.

3. (at Word Crafters’ meetings) a strong warning that you have moved off topic to the point of no return.

4. haiku and found poem:

late breakfast birdsong

tangents a point in common

do I sing off key?


New moon solar eclipse









ag ~ 2015