Archive for East Lansing

Our Virtual Story

Posted in Image Poetry, One Stop Poetry, Poetry Reading with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 1, 2011 by dustus

Doubt they call him Alice
A superhero minds his dreams
Instead of Finding Nemo
His birthplace fills this screen

Beneath pallid, porous, chip defaced
Crumbling walls; he’ll always miss
Preview sporting acne scars
With fuming tags, graffiti adds
Capitol columns, botanical gardens
Statues defecting, passing by
Honorable mentions
Over passed time

Through the Photoshopped window
Suggesting amends
So unlike riffs to air guitar
Being simple enough
We all pretend

Absorbing impressions leading invention
From cliched song to artistic pretension
Fate buries each when life ends

It was a spring Saturday
Mourning away
Perhaps he cannot stand

Nor perceive nuance in cartoon
Caught up in realistic visual play
Assuming it all exists for a second
Not knowing what I mean
When pixels burst like hemorrhages
Bled to reconvene

And thus a chapter closes
Our virtual story rote
Imagination never dies
When bridging one’s false hopes

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*graphic design by me
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*sighs*

Posted in Blog, Image Poetry, Poetry, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 6, 2010 by dustus

All she never dreamed it could be
Aware of her heart
For the first time
She’s free

Break from textbooks
bio, chemistry
Electing astronomy
Love her mythology

When detours alter
Doctor on hold
Feeling a pulse
Wonder she knows

Eyes downcast
Concrete earth
She never thought
His words could hurt

Missing family
So far this new home
Aspiration inspired
And thinking…
Her poem

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I took this photo.  The statue can be found in Downtown East Lansing.

Spirit of Spring

Posted in Blog, education, Image Poetry, Poetry, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 21, 2010 by dustus

Learning how
To give, be free
An offered hand
With hold on being

Dawn climbs
Over rooftops now quiet
Subtle shore line
As if the sky a silken shine
Trees like baby breath beside
Distorted height from lens angle wide

Foam wake of waves
Blushing fair light
Suspending night
Feeling right

Put in my place
Of ambitious dreams
Words form twisted
Entangled rings

Sleepless again
Spirit of Spring
Questioning fate
Love we both mean

Nothing Beats The First Light Of Morning (w/cool photo)

Posted in Blog, writing with tags , , , , , , , on April 1, 2009 by dustus

What gets me up in the morning is way more than an internal clock and biological mechanisms. I look forward to each day and all the possibilities in store for me that are yet unseen.

I’ve always been a morning person who likes to greet the sunrise each day, garnering strength from some quiet time alone with coffee and a sketch pad.  Mornings are more noticeable to me, perhaps I’m just more in tune with the environment then, making nature and little things stand out like birds gliding against the warming blue sky and green-golden grass.  I look around me and appreciate the life, and my life as well.

What do I think about in the morning? Besides people, this continual moment of being that we lose sight of when considering time–yeah, that’s one that baffles me.  I’ll get lost in my own thought comfortably, but I don’t really know anything.  Just content to be at peace with my self.  I’ll sigh and catch me doing that, but its really a sigh of harmony.  Then I’ll focus on what comes into view, eventually forgetting to remain self-conscious.  Such a great feeling! When fresh air hits my nostrils on a warm spring morn, there’s no better spirit to grasp than sensing your good health for one moment in time.  Yeah, that’s when I like to draw with a smile on my face.  No pressure.  No worries.  I write at night.  I’m less visual then.  Still, nothing beats the first light of morning.  That’s when I really love to take pictures.

dustus_sunrise

Here’s a photo I took one morning, sort of off the beaten path on the Michigan State University campus.  The wild flowers look caught in the beginning of a conflagration.  The sun concentrates its strongest beam on the train tracks.