2.24.2017

poem for chakra muladhara







root red
four petaled
perineum
flower

root red 
deep breath
drawing down
root chakra

red flower
four petaled
pinkie fingers touching
earth connection
dirt connection
nutrient rich
sustaining

a low note
a red root
a deep breath
a four petaled flower






2.23.2017

Art School Teacher: A Six-Sentence Story








1.  The teacher assigns a six-sentence story.




2.  The tall student asks, "Does it have to be six sentences?"




3.  The stout student asks, "Do we have to write about something specific?"




4.  The one who has trouble sticking to past tense asks, "Does it have to be in present tense?"




5.  The boy who wears make-up asks, "Can the sentences be any length, and is it due next week?"




6.  The sly student asks, "What if it isn't really a story, but still is six sentences?"










2.16.2017

Art School Teacher: Encountering Legends







The girls in podcasting class were arguing over whether it was called
the Anne Frank Room or the Marilyn Monroe Room.

What I gleaned from their conversation about the room; 
perched above the balcony, boarded up, supposedly haunted, 
seemed more Anne Frank.

But when we went to get the microphone from the theatre shop, 
there was a giant painting of Marilyn Monroe.

"See!" the oldest girl said.  "This painting used to be in that room 
before someone died in there and they boarded it up."

Only one of the three was willing to make a spooky laugh on tape.
But they all chatted excitedly for over 15 minutes
sharing what they knew about the legends of West High.










2.14.2017

high school haiku (free verse)






the bell rings
joyous reunions
lockers slamming

new clothes though unsure
where to go for homeroom
searching for a friend

old teacher shocked
how short the girls’ skirts 
how long the boys' hair

leaves falling
sweater weather
dreaming of kissing

teacher announces quiz
students groan
fooled again!


the first snow
everyone at the windows
lessons abandoned

loud speaker blaring
report to the auditorium
students slump, yawning

passing in the hall
hands briefly touching
hearts loudly thumping

after the students
exit the auditorium
a glove left on a seat

smells of tater tots
fish sticks and ketchup;
lunch!


absurd high schoolers
wondering what is absurd
and deciding everything

thick snow falling
praying for a snow day
instead, school

oh no! forgot
to study for the test
again!

muddy tracks through snow
a paper tumbling, a cold wind
winter school yard


day dreaming in class
notes passing, hearts breaking
teacher calling for attention

hallway empty
except one student
head bent, crying

warm sun, robins call
after school students loiter
holding coats, laughing

windows open wide
last day of school, finally!
the lake beckons

staying out late with friends
cicadas calling
hoping summer never ends










2.10.2017

haiku masters, series A







it's raining icicles and
i'm dreaming about going to Japan
to make a documentary


on modern Japanese haiku
where it seems the most famous practitioners 
are all high level banking officials


do they have
haiku parties
haiku highballs?


haiku contests
haiku celebrations
haiku theatrics?


haiku mistresses
haiku hysterics
haiku antics?


who are these haiku masters
posing as banking officials?
how big are their desks?


how does it effect their
banking habits writing about
dragonflies and plum blossoms?















2.06.2017

Everyone's Strange, a family song





this song inspired by my son
who has been begging to get a microwave 
going on a dozen years now


We're working on it, I told him, the other day.

He said,

If it's that hard to get in the car, 
drive to Target, and buy a microwave, 
then I don't ever want to be an adult!

So my husband went to Target to buy a microwave
but came back without one
because they didn't have the kind he wanted.

Like I said, we're working on it.



a song by Floozy:




tad neuhaus, guitar
joanna dane, vocals







2.05.2017

Breath on the Tip of a Storm



tad neuhaus, guitar
joanna dane, vocals





just keep going along
like you’ve been doing right there
nothing to be afraid of

with continuing right along
right down that path down the way that you
strumming just keeping going like that

 

it’s been a strange week
it’s been a strange month
it’s been a strange year
it’s been a strange strange life


i'm feeling a little sad today
looking at this little screen
making me feel so empty

gotta make a shift
maybe next monday
i’ll make a little shift

  
in a way i’m invisible
invincible indivisible
in a way i’m as fragile as a
breath on the tip of a storm











2.03.2017

Tranquility and the Revolution at the Wildwood Film Festival!



see a

Tranquility and the Revolution film
at
Wildwood Film Festival

Saturday, March 11, 2017
Performing Arts Center, Appleton


Here is one of the films that will NOT be showing:




Tranquility and the Revolution The Beast from Ekphrasis on Vimeo.










1.30.2017

Bookmark: The second of Lady Murasaki's six-book masterpiece, The Tale of Genji, the world's first novel, written in 11th century Japan





Prince Genji is finally returning from his long exile on the stormy coast.
How he has missed his Murasaki,
the young beauty he kidnapped when she was still a girl
so he could watch her mature.
Shame on you Prince Genji! 
Exiled as punishment for all those unseemly affairs,
and yet the worst still secret! 
The emperor's wife,
 the heir apparent,
such a striking resemblance to
the handsome Prince Genji.





Has Prince Genji learned his lesson?
He swears no more,
so happy to be returning home to his Murasaki,
so sad to be leaving
the old priest's daughter
in such a fragile state.






1.22.2017

poem for a new president





mister president
i wonder 
what kind of childhood
you had to make you so needy 
that when you stand in front of
the stars of fallen men
all you can imagine
is how unjust the media
for implying the crowds
at your inauguration
were so thin.

you sent out
your press secretary
to bark at us
when we can all see it’s
not those white tarps protecting
the grass mister president
that make it seem like no one
showed up to your big day
but the fact that you lie
and behave like an ass


very unpatriotic!







1.20.2017

In Response to Wislawa Szymborska's "Possibilities"







I prefer hot drinks.
I prefer pie.
I prefer waking as the sun rises.
I prefer giving people the benefit of the doubt.
I prefer trusting that everything will work out.
I prefer sitting on the floor.
I prefer enjoying rather than criticizing.
I prefer friends.
I prefer kindness.
I prefer writing.
I prefer peace.
I prefer the path of least resistance.
I prefer open.
I prefer essays.
I prefer up and round and dissonant.
I prefer untuned.




I prefer triptychs.
I prefer drums.
I prefer ink.
I prefer in person.
I prefer outside.
I prefer oatmeal raisin.
I prefer mint chip.
I prefer unlined.
I prefer lists.
I prefer fulfillment.
I prefer not knowing.
I prefer the process.
I prefer the spontaneous.
I prefer beginnings that never end,
And endings that start back at the beginning.