A Persistent Muse
A Persistent Muse
- Location
- The Heart of the MIDWEST,
- Birthday
- September 05
- Bio
- In real life I teach art, art history, drawing and painting at a private high school. I recently left my job teaching in an innercity high school. Bottom line: I love teaching and this is my 40th year doing so! I adore visual and verbal expression and the whole wrestling match of creativity. Do I have the idea or does it have me? I hope to become a better writer through my blogs and exposure to exceptional writers. My Avatar is based upon a Seraph/Angel I painted for a child in our family.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Eliza's Angel
June 22, 2010 10:25PM - Just So
January 23, 2012 06:23PM - Ghetto Kid
June 07, 2011 07:58AM - Big Shoulders and the Dogs of
War/Repost
September 11, 2011 05:01PM - Open Letter to my
Seniors-Class of 2011
May 19, 2011 08:08AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “My mother says if you
can remember whatever the
pesky
forgotten bit of flotsam
wi…”
May 01, 2012 06:22PM - “Your work evokes sounds,
colors, moods... and in this
no one
paints any finer
or…”
May 01, 2012 06:15PM - “Beyond wonderful, Ann.
Oh the holes they leave in
our
hearts...the lessons they
t…”
April 16, 2012 02:38PM - “Great piece. How I wish
that I could have stayed home.
My
husband was not
support…”
April 13, 2012 02:52PM - “lovely sad and
infinitely important
STORY...blasted
gremlins”
April 06, 2012 07:05PM
A Persistent Muse's Links
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Eliza's Angel
When you live
your life with an appreciation of coincidences and their meanings,
you connect with an underlying field of infinite
possibilities.
Deepak
Chopra
"Did you remember that Eliza's first communion is tomorrow?" her husband asked.
"Sure.” she replied absently pulling&n… Read full post »
Just So
I hug the tiny pillow
arched within my arm
beneath my chin
just so
Ensuring
satin-edged dreams:
pink snow suits
nap-damp curls
cheerios and yellow ducks
storytime
and sticky kisses
just so
Remembering
the way you fit
against my neck
within my heart
just s… Read full post »
Ghetto Kid
The bell rang on the last day. It was so hot that the floor wax clouded over and the desks were sweating nearly as much as the students. With summer finally waiting right outside the exits, I wondered why he'd stayed after all the others had bolted from the dingy yellow… Read full post »
Big Shoulders and the Dogs of War/Repost
We met on a sidewalk in September, 1968, just outside a movie theater on Green Street in Champaign Illinois. From that second forward we were dear close friends. Mike embodies the best of a Midwesterner's sensibility and approach to life. He’s open, gregarious, shirt-off-his-back generous, down… Read full post »
Open Letter to my Seniors-Class of 2011
To my wonderful seniors,
"The completion of an important project or phase of our lives has every right to be dignified by a natural grieving process. Something that required the best of us has ended, and we shall miss it.” Anne Wilson Schaef
Here we are, standing in a doorway… Read full post »
Yellow
I started hoping for and eventually believing in signs during the death knell of my first marriage while still attempting to "save it". Initially, I sought an outward manifestation that was undeniably tied to my desperation. I prayed constantly, pleading for a visible promise that some… Read full post »
Obsidian

I don’t want to talk about the evening you buried her alive in a volcanic explosion of ash and molten words- raining rockhard and fast upon (then deep within) her mind and heart…scorching all the ways she sees herself.
I don’t want to thin… Read full post »
5 x Five: a Feast of Sensory Favorites
Responding to Alyssa's (and Cindy Ross's ancient) open call, I chose my favorites one and all...
Too tired to narrow down the field, I left you 5 for five and yield!
Thanks for any and all old and new inviting open calls about favorites! Perhaps longer than intended, but fu… Read full post »
TASERMAN:Casting the CrankyCuss BioPIC

Oh the heels of the Academy Awards, I can't help but realize that it's really just a matter of time. Some day soon, the man, the myth, the legend, our very own Cranky Cuss, will attract the eye and lens of some well funded screenwriter. The inevitable biographical f… Read full post »
WinterBirds
In bitter winds
cardinals cling to black limbs
more calligraphy now than branches.
Brilliant wings flicker
like luminaries in the night
whispering memories
of spirits flown too soon
seen or sensed as redbirds
through a frozen window
flashing scarlet… Read full post »
Christmas Poem & Wishes
Know you what it is to be a child?
It is to be something very different from the man or woman of today.
It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of baptism;
it is to believe in love, to believe in loveliness,
to… Read full post »
2 sentences on teaching
Exceptional teaching is marked by a teacher's unquenchable fire and their fervent belief that they have the power to… Read full post »
20 things I learned about Children* (by having my own)
1) NOTHING can prepare you for the intensity of the love you feel for your child.
2) …nor the fiercely protective instincts on their behalf. Grrrrr.
3) Other people’s children are akin to canned peas, while yours are fres… Read full post »
Morning Ode to Poets
Pour me another
hot cup of your world
so I can sit here awhile
closing my eyes
turning off my life
ignoring the clock
to listen
(heart wrapped around the
heat )
sipping slowly
breathing gratefully
noting
how the words trickle slowly
(warmth washing gladly)
o'… Read full post »
Addendum: Mom
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Lily Mae and me. Taken 3 years ago on my back porch.
Joanie and Mime are right. I don't get full blown annoyed that often. Teaching at the secondary level requires the patience of Job. I don't have it, but I've learned to fake it and that works… Read full post »
5 Random Annoyances (for Lezlie- who never annoys anyone)
My random 5 annoyances: (in no particular order)
The math teacher who motors our school in her “Scooter” rounding corners at nearly 60mph. (I’ve seen her speed up to enhance the thrill.) What the hell, Betty? Do you own stock in those things? How many of us able-bodied are you… Read full post »
Casualty
He wore his sweetness
like a mantle
and willingly bore
the kind of thoughtfulness
that comes from being
the man of the house
when your father dies
and you are just ten.
Buster donned a uniform
in the early 1950's
right after his mother
began bringing men… Read full post »
Recurring
I see blue and white tile on the corner entrance to a stone building; the tile is European, Delft and carefully crafted. A bell rings and a door closes heavily; I am inside the shop. Beneath my feet a wooden floor creaks announcing every shifted movement over the planks. I hear e… Read full post »
5 Pumpkins for Kay
There it was: Kay’s porch.
Annie tried to shake it off. “Oh C’mon. Really? What now?” she wondered.
For as many times as this kind of thing happened, it was still difficult to describe to other people. Not that she would even attempt to do so in most cases. W… Read full post »
Limit-LESS
This poem is dedicated to those who make their dreams come true...who defy their limitations...and to those who need to believe in their own power once again. What is stopping US?
LimitLESS
Legless – Armless
KNOWS no limits
DARES to dream
EVERY DAY
WILLS to LIVE
FULLY.… Read full post »
From all of these I AM
I am from salt...thrown over your left shoulder-a superstitious blessing.
I am from "the salt of the earth"...and "take it with a grain of" ...trust but verify...SALT.
I am from fresh brewed Norwegian Egg coffee and Sue Bee Honey...slotted spoons, soup ladles, mesh strainers and gra… Read full post »
The BS-Free Zone:Trost's OC
1. Lingerie
& pajamas. What do you really sleep in?
I sleep in the buff. I may start out sleeping in an oversized
flannel gown or my supersoft pink robe, but somewhere in the
night I strip down and drift off to oblivion au
naturel. Hot flashes might have something to do with it… Read full post »
A Very RANDOM 12 (for HeidiBeth)
1. My mother became pregnant on her honeymoon but lost the baby two and a half months later. The next month I came along. The day after I was born, my parents celebrated their first anniversary by walking down to visit me in a hospital nursery. When I was a… Read full post »
Big Shoulders and the Dogs of War/Repost
We met on a sidewalk in September, 1968, just outside a movie theater on Green Street in Champaign Illinois. From that second forward we were dear close friends. Mike embodies the best of a Midwesterner's sensibility and approach to life. He’s open, gregarious, shirt-off-his-back generous,… Read full post »
Longing and Remorse
The door opened
I knew I couldn't resist.
They were hot and ready
I was hungry and desperate
for their sweetness
losing all inhibition
abandoning restraint and control
Like a wild animal I took them
Eagerly in my mouth
Swallowing gladly
but then it was over
coming t… Read full post »
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