Mud Pies and Bones: Writing and Art

from the Rocky Mountains

Lucy Simpson

Lucy Simpson
Monument, Colorado, United States
December 20
The Cleaner
I am a published poet and exhibited artist living in the shadow of the small, but lovely Mount Herman, a part of the majesty of the Rocky Mountains. I raise children, tend gardens, cook, write, clean, sculpt, read.....................................................................................


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APRIL 22, 2012 7:28PM

Peak to Prairie: a Photo Essay

The Rockies are a forbidding place of boulders, wrinkled as elephant skin, but motionless.  Something seemingly intractable resides here in this landscape.


 Weather Moving


Yet, the water of the Tarryall river is flowing, speckled by light.  Snow has fallen on a dry… Read full post »

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MARCH 18, 2012 8:08PM

Peak to Prairie: a Photo Essay

A spent yucca bloom holds shining black seeds.  The seeds wait to be blown or knocked out, to find soil and water.


Night Coming On

Moon in its cradle of pine boughs - that color of blue tinged gold and purple.  There is a music with this shade.  Dusk is a sad-sweet… Read full post »

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NOVEMBER 7, 2011 10:37AM

Colorado, Between Peak and Prairie

Anywhere is beautiful and what looks dry and dead, isn't necessarily as it seems.  Looking closely with my camera has shown me this.  Everytime I get depressed about being in an arid, somewhat dull environment, I head out with my camera and see what is beautiful.  The camera has taught… Read full post »

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JUNE 3, 2010 4:35PM

Searching for Egg Foo Yung

In my youth, we went to China Gardens once a month, an unremarkable Chinese food restaurant in the city where I grew up.  My earliest favorite was sweet and sour pork, because it was like a cake-battered dessert.  Plus that orange color delighted the eye. 

In the eighties, like… Read full post »

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MAY 27, 2010 7:43PM

Bye Bye Miss American Pie

Calla Lily

 Calla Lily

It is spring and we are losing our house after a long and painful struggle to hold onto this frayed American dream.  I walk past the neighbor’s yard with its calla lilies like withered brides and down past my friend’s house with its deep blue… Read full post »

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MAY 18, 2010 12:43AM

When April Was Cruel and May Was Even Meaner

Snap Dragon

flowers look wounded

Every year, spring felt like the greatest insult to me, as if the sun was shining too brightly on all my imperfections.  It was harder to hide in doors, harder to cover my body in bulky coats.  The very brightness of the flowers… Read full post »