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Nancy Marie Davis illustration, photography, mixed media, and thought writing…

hawthorne

 

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Sunday afternoon found us in Cine Magic Theatre on East Hawthorne Street in Portland. Casey and i went to see Moonrise Kingdom.  I recommend that you see it if you can.

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One man brought his very well behaved dog with him.  A regular dog, not trained to lead.  The man and dog were companions. Hawthorne is a very special area of town. Part of me would like to live there. It’s funky good. One has to go there to understand. Words just can’t do a job that requires personal experience.  Very much like the movie i would say.

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venue

 

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Saturday evening i went to see an outdoor concert.  It’s been awhile since i have attended such an event.  Long enough that i realized that, with age, i no longer want to get to a place early to ensure a place to sit, and i wouldn’t want to pay extra to stand in a sea of arm pits, and last but not least, i don’t care to attend a concert with the scent of porta-potty in the breeze.

It was a beautiful evening.  I left early and enjoyed the drive home.
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postcards . one

I just started a line of postcards.
There is one postcard in my line of postcards…so far, that is.

The image is a pastel work by Valerie Kamikubo called “Pomegranate.”
It’s a beautiful, warm image for winter correspondence.

Some of you may know Valerie from her blog.

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august

fire and weed
a burning splendor
erasing sameness
a ceremony
of heartbeat and heat
licking sweat from my lips
picking words from my tongue
the season is ripe
with the sun

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august

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guitar lessons
are now on wednesday
instead of tuesday
i made the orthodontist
appointment for tuesday
instead of wednesday
a book is in at the library
ready for pick-up
i need to mail a bill
and scrape paint
then repaint on the house
and the wood needs to be stacked
and cj needs driving hours
and i am to pick-up someone
at the airport this morning
oh
hazy
crazy
lazy days of summer
where did you go?

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pacific evening

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pacific (adj.) 1540s, “tending to make peace,” from M.Fr. pacifique, from L. pacificus “peaceful”
peace-making,” from pax (gen. pacis) “peace” + root of facere “to make.”
Meaning “peaceful, calm” is first recorded 1630s.
Pacifical is from mid-15c. Related: Pacifically.

Pacific Ocean ✜ 1660, from M.L. Pacificum, neut. of L. pacificus; so called c.1500 by Magellan
when he sailed into it and found it calmer than the stormy Atlantic.

 

Friday Photo . by N Davis Rosback . taken August 8, 2012

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the poetry of stolen words

There are times when we are overcome
I sing me song
in happiness, in kindness
I have known the promise
I immediately plunked down a dollar to buy it
a beautiful old fired clay jar
over the years that I admired
a temporary statement
I’ve waited for a long time
hanging on words
as if they were living things
be watchful for signs
a good sign
Eventually it all ends up neatly arranged
on white plastic tables in a driveway.

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