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TGAP 3 Week 21 submitted August 22, 2011 Artwork by W.C. Pelon.

It is no mere coincidence,
This phonetic connection
Between love and blood.
 
You drained me well
(an empty
well), vampire
Squire.

Paper-craft Robot by W.C. Pelon

This is my submission for Week 21 of the Twin Geekz Artz Project 3

The accompanying art work is by fellow geek,  W.C. Pelon, and is from the same week.

TwinGeekz is a loose affiliation of loose affiliates in New Hampshire who began the TwinGeekz Artz Project challenge in May of 2005; the task was for each of the original seven participants to produce and submit a piece of art every week for one year.  Every artist succeeded in completing their 52 pieces of art, and thus the TGAP theory was proven: “all creativity needs is a deadline”. 

We grew each of the three years that the project continued. It’s time to bring it back.  Join us?

TGAP 3 Week 19 submitted on August 8, 2011

The Nazi Camera
On tattered Kodak I
Pirouette in the palm
Of my lover’s outstretched hand. It’s
 
Just a photographic trick
Of perspective and perception and
From the low-angle shot even as
 
I smile to my future father-in-law
As he photographs us at Fundy Park, it’s
1942 and on another beach
 
My enlisted brother photographs
Soldiers dancing to dodge bullets
Across this silver puddle. I could
 
Leap from these hands to the war
He watches develop, bringing
Visible all the images I’ve worked
So hard to ignore.

This is my submission for Week 19 of the Twin Geekz Artz Project #3.  

Above is the camera, which, family legend has it, that during WWII my grandmother’s brother, a  photographer stationed with the Canadian army, removed from a fallen German Soldier. Below the photo is a newer poetic attempt at trying to respond to this artifact and to the photograph of my grandparents frolicking on the shore. I posted that photograph as part of my Week 18 submission. 

TwinGeekz is a loose affiliation of loose affiliates in New Hampshire who began the TwinGeekz Artz Project challenge in May of 2005; the task was for each of the original seven participants to produce and submit a piece of art every week for one year.  Every artist succeeded in completing their 52 pieces of art, and thus the TGAP theory was proven: “all creativity needs is a deadline”. 

We grew each of the three years that the project continued. It’s time to bring it back. 

Let’s do it again! #tgap2020 join us!

Week 6 of the TwinGeekz Artz Project 03, submitted May 8, 2011

Week 06 Artwork by fellow Geek Caron Thomas

I’ve lost keys,

And jobs; a sense

Of security – even

Some people, but

Army bases – Fort

Dix, Fort Campbell, Fort

Devens – all lent

Themselves to losing

Fear. As I watched

The failed rescue

Attempt – the helicopters, and

Hostages, Iran, crash and

A president falter when

I didn’t know where

My father was (hidden,

in some camouflaged mission

waiting room) the leap

from fright completed. Now,

The helicopters succeed and

We are supposed to joyfully

Mourn the loss of some

Evil; step aside from some

Worries – defaulted student

Loans and sick kids, unregistered

Vehicles and unrevised writing.

Focus on lost illusions or

Weight. I remember

When the television told us

About exploding shuttles,

Towers falling down,

too many wars. I remember

when the telephone rang and

The voice of my special

forces father spoke there.

This is my submission for Week 06 of the Twingeekz Artz Project 3.  The photography was submitted by fellow Geek, Caron Thomas.

TwinGeekz is a loose affiliation of loose affiliates in New Hampshire who began the TwinGeekz Artz Project challenge in May of 2005; the task was for each of the original seven participants to produce and submit a piece of art every week for one year.  Every artist succeeded in completing their 52 pieces of art, and thus the TGAP theory was proven: “all creativity needs is a deadline”. 

We grew each of the three years that the project continued. It’s time to bring it back. 

Let’s do it again! #tgap2020 join us!

December 11, 2016

Nana lights the fruitcake.
There is no point, whining
About how it used to be.
Spoons on the noses.
Nana lighting - or attempting
To light - the fruitcake
In the blue dining room

Under the warm bright
Of a gifted chandelier.
Toy mice left on the china,
Forgotten relics from
Santa's stocking stuffing.

Those memories are there.
Not static, changing
And growing, but past.

Tomorrow versions of our family
Morph and shift like a
Werewolf under the full moon

Or a mild butterfly's
Cocoon. We must embrace
Each future holiday

And the unmarked opportunities
For the new under the memories
Of those who have gone.

This is Poem #217 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

November 24, 2016

Set up for disappointment,
Sometimes, that is all a holiday is.
Promises of a day set aside
In the year never
compare to glossy movie scenes.

Valentine's Day sells cards,
And heartbreak. Reminders,
You are alone, or worse,
With the wrong one.

Family days in the era
Of the broken family,
The Christmas shuffle -
Make each empty chair,

Needlepoint seats stitched
By a long ago ghost,
Even larger a reminder

Of all that has been lost.

This is Poem #206 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

August 4, 2016

That's all we have really got,
Isn't it? The sum of a day
Well spent with the persons you
Most love to be with

Will topple days of work,
Or hardship, toiling at the
Assembly line or sitting
In a hospital waiting room.

Or even being the cause
Of the waiting. Hair
Appointments, pampering, 
And luxury, long car rides
To the mall, a concert or
Walk in Boston Common,

These are the events
To post on Facebook or
To snap for Instagram. 

These are satisfaction
Guaranteed, a package
Full of popcorn spilling over
The edges of a red and white
Striped carton. 


This is Poem #138 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

This is the first poem in the second writing notebook I used for this endevour. I’m still using it today.

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