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TGAP 3 Week 25 submitted September 18, 2011 Art work “Life’s Chaos” by Photobug Shar.

“Life’s Chaos” by Photobug Shar
At the abrupt brick
Corner of each season,
I am again startled
By your absence.
 
When the birds have raped
Each sunflower of her seeds
And she attempts to twist toward the sun,
The giant, droopy flower
Heads bow, echoing
Me without.

This is my submission Week 25 of the Twin Geekz Artz Project 3. The art work is by fellow Geek Photobug Shar.

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 20 submitted August 15, 2011. Art by Photobug Shar.

Restless Soul
I stood on the shore
Of sleep, forgetting lines
Cast. They hooked words
That pooled up to the surface,
Bubbling and begging
For ink. Lazy, I
Dreamed on and drifted
Away from tugging poles
And taken bait. I woke
Too late – words sunken
To the bottom, no longer
Able to be fried up on the page.

This is my submission for week 20 of the Twin Geekz Artz Project 3.  

The accompanying art work is by fellow geek,  Photobug Shar, 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”. 

Perhaps it is because I had not deadline at the time, that the words lost in this poem were never recovered.

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

Week 8 of the TwinGeekz Artz Project 03 submitted May 22, 2011

Man and the Abyss by Kenia Cris

And so, as my heart is breaking,

this I know: anger is

an easy emotion. It masks

Sorrow witnessing

the loss that errs

in your frail body

waving and falling,

too slowly, away from

this tethering earth.

I’d mourn, but fury

is a cloak to guard

against that evil.

A red number that

drapes, lush velvet

to the floor. Dramatic,

it yells, bangs

pots in the kitchen;

is glib when you ask

for help and don’t say please.

And no tears ball up

in the apples of my

cheeks, cause rashes,

eat my flesh. Flesh

out my heart. Yes,

this slow burn is

an Armani gown, flowing

and matching the red carpet

to the Oscars. Best

Actress, that’s me.

No statue this time,

You’ll see.

This is my submission for Week 08 of the Twingeekz Artz Project 3.  The accompanying art work is by guest geek, Kenia Cris.

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!

Week #1 TGAP3 April 2011

There is no rationalizing ones self
Out of true grief. It is there,
Pervasive and insistent in all
You do. As you scoop the catbox, or
Redecorate the dining room, it has collected,
A puddle of piss, in some sharp
Corner of the room that beats,
In wait of a lucid moment.
 
And a little daughter’s righteous
Anger (new haircuts, cleaned
wounds, fed pets) at the world and ugly
Decaying Mr. Death will not
Cloak her from this drizzle
of fop and circumstance
that pools around her
motionless ankles.


Artwork by fellow Geek Robyn Piper for Week 1 of TGAP3

 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”. 

Let’s do it again! #tgap2020 join us!

Week #43 from the TwinGeekz Artz Project 3 January 23, 2012

I can write recess from memory-
broken swings and hearted-boys.
 
I can write with each ounce of
truth I tried to shake
out of your mouth.
 
I can write with lazy summer
days under a hot Tuscan sun.
 
I can write with dripping
dizziness memories of the way
I loved you.
 
I can write with meth-
lab nights and heroin
afternoons.
 
I can write with coffee stains.
 
I can write with twinkling
lights of good things past.
 
I can write with the icy
fingers of my righteous anger.
 
I can write with a broken, shy
little girl in a yellow, satin nightgown.
 
I can write with the loss of you.
TGAP theory in Graphic Poetry form,  featuring the original seven Geekz.
 (Geek w.c. pelon submitted 52 weeks of Graphic Poetry during TGAP 1.)

  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”. 

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.

October 29, 2016

Stained glass in Trinity Episcopal Church, Tilton, NH
The whisper of you
Is in everything
I do. How can the world

Continue when your shadow
Has left the side of walls?
My hand lays cold

Without the grip of yours.
Grabbed in the violence
Of night terrors,

When you visit,
Quiet, but behind
The veil of the other side.

Bump in the night.
They say it is how
It happens.

I sink to the wooden floor
Of the vestibule in grief,
Gripping for you in angst.

I have never known
Pain as this. Even
The window casing

Crashing down and blackening
My fingernails
Cannot compare.

Yet, I cower in the dark,
Under the blankets, and knowing.
You will visit again.

This is Poem #188 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. 

I cannot get out

of the driveway. Blame

it on lost keys-

 

Hidden in some

jeans’ pocket, obscure

corner where I set

them down, or in

the Lost and Found

 

at the local bar.

Where I could drink

troubles dizzy if I

 

could only get there.

So, I’ll circle the house;

 

the cat chasing

her own tail

in a bathtub.

 

Looking in the same

places two or three

times – but to no avail.

 

They’ve not – those

keys to ignition –

magically resurfaced

 

since I last left

the room and the car’s

a powerless lump

 

of insufficient

engine, and metal

and glass – inescapable

 

in the side yard.

 

Poem #6 of the Poem (almost) Everyday Project. These are second drafts of  pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state. Feel free to give useful critique.

 

I am also reading Robert Bly’s  Morning Poems as I revisit the poems in this project and am finding it interesting to imagine and analyze the inspirations he found each morning as he wrote, as his project was one of my key inspirations.

 

 

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