Stormku Or Polar Vortex Poetry

#Grayson
nom de bomb
snow hurricane

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#Grayson
a bodacious blizzard
in Dixie

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#Grayson
polar front at Stop And Shop —
chips and dips sold out

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#Grayson
sushi meets snow
in Brooklyn

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#Grayson
a polar vortex name
grows in Brooklyn

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#Grayson
weather front matchup:
Bombogenesis vs Blizzard

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#Grayson
bombogenesis:
bombshell meets blizzard

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#Grayson
a tad bit staid
for a storm name

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© ag ~ 2018

 

 

October Moon (again)

ochre and rust October leaves me longing for more

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green tomatoes in a dream so uncertain

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October moon
somehow you always catch me
heart in hand

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ag ~ late October 2015

photo IMG_3572 IMG_9267

 

 

January 27…

I love the color indigo and any title or name that includes it. There is something deliciously dark and soulful about this deepest of blues. It’s the sky between stars, next to the last color in the rainbow and resonates to the sound of a bass. It leads me into a creative cave, and I don’t know why.

blue again for no reason other than a sweep of sky

 

ag ~ 2015

 

 

January 26…

Hang in there. Fall in love. Saw this on my Tumblr feed which I rarely check anymore but thought it curious. There’s a blizzard raging here on the east coast, and while I agree with the “hang in there” advice, I got a little lost with the “fall in love” part. Then I remembered that it’s about falling in love with wonder. Here now, it’s the wonder of nature despite any inconvenience. The silence and beauty of snow falling never fails to inspire me, and I hope I never outgrow this sense of innocence and playfulness. Silliness too – as I am well stocked up on the usual storm non-essentials – popcorn, wine, peanut-butter cookies…

blizzard baking at midnight begins a sense of awe

 

ag ~ 2015

January 25…

Blizzard!!! I admit it – I succumbed. Went out into the crowd and bought supplies to make soup and cookies. Dunno if I’m really gonna do it – my heart is in the right place, but my head and feet yell out – you need a rest – not another project. We’ll see. Tonight (Sunday) I am going to watch an old movie with Joan Crawford and Robert Montgomery and imagine myself wearing a long slinky gown, tossing my head into his gaze…

dog snores interrupt the steamy screen romance ’til I toss a bone her way

 

ag ~ 2015

January 24…

Just another Saturday and not… I received the sweetest email this morning in response to a wail about the angst of chaos and self-unfolding and knowing and not knowing…and in the end truly understanding that creation is the painting.

a voice sings off key until blue lines jazz and dance her limbs

(with a little help from a friend)

ag ~ 2015