Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
I HAVE BEEN HER KIND...
by Anne Sexton
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.
I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.
I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.
I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.
I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.
~
Here's to real witches, to those of us who probably would have been torched at the stake had we been born in Salem in the 1600s instead of safe and insane in the "enlightened" twenty first century...I have been her kind.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
WONDERFUL WITCHES...
Why dance with the trolls...when you can soar with the witches,
and thrill at the clouds flying by.
Why sweep with your broom...when you can sail cross the moon
and back in the blink of an eye.
and back in the blink of an eye.
Why put up with grief...when instant relief
can be had dipping apples in lye.
Don't just veg in your chair...cause some havoc out there
and hurry cause Halloween's nigh.
Grab a tall pointie hat...and that one eyed black cat,
an old broom and you're ready to fly!
DSW 09
Saturday, October 24, 2009
FISHY ART...
This is my latest big collage piece. The pictures on it are by James Christensen (don't you just love his fish & angels). I love his art and love working with it. I didn't do much to alter the art this time I wanted it to be more about visual motion, perspective and the altering of shapes. This is better in person because his pictures seem to sink into the canvas...of course this is just for my own wall because of copyrights...but if James doesn't want me hacking up his calendars he shouldn't sell them to me. tee hee
Friday, October 23, 2009
THANK YOU SO MUCH JANN...
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
A LITTLE HALLOWEEN MADNESS...
Saturday, October 17, 2009
PROOF OF MY INSANITY...

P.S. Thanks to my dear, sweet, long suffering husband for hanging it up for me.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
DON'T MAKE ME CALL OUT THE FLYING MONKEYS...
Which, witch will it be?
I've asked myself this question,
the answer's vague you see.
Am I a good witch...or bad witch,
no matter what my kids might say,
no matter what my kids might say,
if I'm a good or bad witch
really depends on the day...
~
Just don't make me call out the flying monkeys!
DSW 09
Monday, October 12, 2009
ADVENTURES OF ISABEL...
Isabel met a wicked old witch.
The witches face was cross and wrinkled,
the witches gums with teeth were sprinkles.
Ho ho Isabel! the old witch crowed,
I'll turn you into an ugly old toad!
Isabel, Isabel didn't worry,
Isabel didn't scream or scurry,
She showed no rage and she showed no rancor,
But she turned the witch into milk and drank her.... by Ogden Nash
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
SULAMITH WULFING ROCKS...

This painting by Sulamith Wulfing is one of my very dearest possessions. It was on a postcard I found it in the collage book store many years ago, but I could find out nothing about the artist, so I framed it and hung it on my wall...Enter the Internet and GOOGLE image (another great joy in my life) Imagine my delight when after decades I find a whole site dedicated to Sulamith and all her works. You will find many of them on a Slide at the bottom of my blog...ENJOY!
Thursday, October 1, 2009
TRICK OR TREAT OCTOBER...
a Hunter moon rises full and bright over the pumpkin patch.
Cornstalks shiver and huddle together in bunches,
the scarecrow stands his guard alone.
Purple magic swirls through the night air,
fanned by the swish of a witches broom.
Jack-o-lanterns pier from porches with wicked leers,
while small goblins scurry round about
collecting candy and cackling with glee.
Trick or treat October, trick or treat?
DSW 09









