Mud Pies and Bones: Writing and Art

from the Rocky Mountains

Lucy Simpson

Lucy Simpson
Location
Monument, Colorado, United States
Birthday
December 20
Title
The Cleaner
Company
dishesmealsandpoopybutts
Bio
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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MARCH 18, 2011 8:14PM

Progress on Straw Man Sculpture

Front View of Straw Man Progress

Front View of Straw Man Sculpture

Front View Progress of Straw Man

Front View Close-Up of Straw Man

Right Side of Straw Man

Right View of Straw Man

Left Side of Straw Man

Left Side of Straw Man

MARCH 16, 2011 8:38PM

Indian Colcannon Cakes

 
 
The Irish have immigrated all over the world for the past hundreds of years: to England, to Wales, to Scotland, to Holland, to North America, to South America, to India, to other parts in Asia and to Africa.  The other day I was thinking of an ancestor whoRead full post »
MARCH 15, 2011 7:31PM

Progress on Straw Man

Right Side of Straw Man

Right Side of Straw Man (Still working on the eyes etc.)

Front View of Straw Man

Front View of Straw Man (The eyes are giving me grief and the right side looks more feminine than the left side)    Read full post »

MARCH 14, 2011 3:38PM

Sculpture in Progress (Straw Man)

Right Side of Sculpture

Right Side View of Straw Man

Front View of Straw Man

Front View of Straw Man

Left Side View of Straw Man 

Left Side View of Straw Man     Read full post »

MARCH 13, 2011 7:34PM

Clay Adventures

Organic Serving Bowl

Side View of Organic Bowl, formed on a piece of wood burl with Vashon White clay, glazed with Duncan pastel peach, antique celadon and shino cream glazes.  

Interior View of Organic Serving Bowl

Interior View of Organic Serving Bowl

 

Lava Flow Metallic Bee Hive (part of a sculpture in progress)   
Lava Flow Metallic Bee Hive (part of a work in progre… Read full post »

MARCH 11, 2011 12:41AM

Keepsake

              "When the hour for departure drew near the old mother went to her bedroom, and taking a small knife she cut her fingers until they bled, then she held a white rag under them, and letting three drops of blood fall intoRead full post »

MARCH 8, 2011 10:16AM

Sweet Fruit

My mother's head
floats disembodied
in a peach cloud frame
on a summer evening
in my dream's landscape

I am walking over a field
of wet grass
My bare toes love
the loam's kiss

Her mouth opens and closes
but I move slowly
in no hurry to hear

I am distracted
by the crickets
the single note
scrubbed with hind legs

Daug/… Read full post »
FEBRUARY 28, 2011 6:31PM

Why Jane Hates the Wind


Jane hates the wind
that roars from mountains
gathering power over
scrub brush prairie
snapping off sage
leaves' silver blue

Occasionally, you see a stunted tree,
planted by a true believer,
bent low to the earth
so low
in supplication

Jane doesn't want to go that way
Keeps her limbs in doors
or ventures ou… Read full post »

FEBRUARY 15, 2011 7:17PM

The Search for Sister Mary Agnes

 

 Pale Milk Moon and Fir Trees

Pale Milk Moon and Fir Trees 

She appeared on the literary scene in the early nineteen-seventies, wrote two gorgeous volumes of critically acclaimed poetry, and then was gone as quickly as she had entered the world of published poets.  Perhaps she retreated back into c… Read full post »

FEBRUARY 13, 2011 10:32PM

Hundreds of Miles From Pasco



Poet Kelly Riggle Hower And Her Dog Fox


There is no better way I can think of spending a Saturday afternoon than with my good friend and fellow poet Kelly Riggle Hower.  It isn't only the poetry, which is excellent.  I could listen to her all afternoon as she speaks

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FEBRUARY 7, 2011 1:29AM

Lion Dance Boogie and Eel Soup

Lion Dancers in Seattle

Lion Dancers Chase Away the Blues

On my father's shoulders, I am frightened by the drum.  It is beating in my heart.  Years later, I know it as a type of healing, that syncopation between pulse and drum.  All was not right in my house.  I, a daughter of

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FEBRUARY 3, 2011 11:04PM

Alice

      “Who cares for you? said Alice (she had grown to her full size by this time). You're nothing but a pack

of cards!” Carrol, Lewis, Alice's Adventures in… Read full post »

JANUARY 30, 2011 12:54PM

A Walk In The Alley


Puget Sound is polished
a ripe silver kettle
misting
under the gray cloud thighs
of writhing women

The elongated shadow
I cast is of a woman on stilts
moving carefully
on the thin ice

There is a man
shoveling snow from a driveway
heaps of it piled on his shovel

He wears a face like scrimshaw
pale,/… Read full post »

JANUARY 30, 2011 12:03PM

August Thirst

Cold outside, so I thought I'd share a summer poem, placed in Maryland heat from the period of my childhood.  

 

She plunges her feet in ice water
two birch-skin appendages
with varicose tributaries
my fingers trace

Outside it is 102 degrees
roses shrink back
old gums/… Read full post »

JANUARY 26, 2011 11:45PM

Recipe For A Hero

Use the jealousy of one woman
against another
Take her gifts
Wait till the green woman
sleeps with her sisters
If she wakes
show her a reflection
of herself
Otherwise cut off her head
in one swift stroke
Bag the head
Use it against your enemies
for you have many
who must be petrified
Slay your grandfather
Say it/… Read full post »

JANUARY 11, 2011 10:15AM

Dream Pilgrim

Dream Pilgrim

 

The thumbprint of the night
upon our eyelids

we travel milk-white roads
pilgrims all of us
wearing snoods and caps
like Brueghel's peasants
We touch the soiled hands
of our ancestors
say greeting
in common tongue
Amen to you and you

When we wake
there is no sun on Sunday
only a gray outline/… Read full post »

JANUARY 1, 2011 9:41PM

On The Way

the wind tonight
sounds like a person
playing the flute badly
It is probably a gate's
rusted swinging iron
sends this singing
to jar my ear's peace
the laundry load is
balanced on my hip
the week's coverings
my husband's shirts
my son's pants
my daughter's
blue dress
the frost whispered
away in the sun
and the wal… Read full post »

DECEMBER 30, 2010 10:56AM

From the Queen of Pluto's Travelogue

From the Queen of Pluto's Travelogue


dip my finger in the blue – a sky in a rondelle
and in the white cold goo
and I become her
this Queen of Pluto
that most distant frozen world
the Milky Way's cerulean baby

1979 – I visit Planet Earth
in my Gibbler Ship
When/… Read full post »

DECEMBER 29, 2010 1:35PM

What To Cook When You Feel Like Dying

Papaya

Papaya photo by Lucy Simpson

 

Woke up the other day and wish I hadn't ever opened my eyes.  The lids had to be peeled back, because they were swollen closed.  My throat felt as if a little elf, the post-holiday elf of ill will to man, was scraping… Read full post »

DECEMBER 23, 2010 1:30PM

That First Night

The angels must be drunk tonight

It is that same self-effacing humor

of the women in my family

The shepherds' sheep are farting

in the wet, wet field

Baby Jesus belches loudly

on his mother's pap

“I shouldn't have eaten those olives”

she thinks ruefully

The Son of God shines a… Read full post »

DECEMBER 20, 2010 2:28PM

It's a Swindle, Kris Kringle


I have nothing against the myth of Father Christmas, who has his most ancient origins in paganism. Just look at this drawing where Santa looks like a satyr, enjoying a bowl of mulled wine. He is riding his yule goat in an ancient Swedish tradition. I could gladlyRead full post »

DECEMBER 10, 2010 9:37AM

Dream of Turtles

 

my husband dreams an army of turtles

marches into the new millennium

having evolved to be speedy

resembling tiny old men hunched

under giant military issue helmets


their mouth secretions are toxic to humans

and serve to protect the gravid female

they hold in their center

a queen… Read full post »

DECEMBER 2, 2010 6:19PM

The Diner

I haunt the diners
my father would've stopped at
sitting down for crab cakes and coffee
The women still have big hair teased up high
though not the perfect-domed hives
They are creased and good
with makeup so thick, it cracks
like a mosaic across cheek bones
They call my husband Hon
and smile at our kids
The p/… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 29, 2010 10:35AM

A Walk in the Frozen Alley

 

gray silk covered
thighs of women
writhe on the horizon
coupling of sky and water
how long has it been?

above, is an ellipse of blue
with white trapezoids
striated like shale

Puget Sound is polished
like a silver kettle
set on to boil
pretend this mist is steam

I choose my steps cautiously
aware of my bo/
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NOVEMBER 24, 2010 8:41AM

Winter Beach

look out over
the wind-scraped fetch
the color of dull pewter
in grandfather's cabinet
the shore-grasses
like thin strips
of silver-worm-eaten
mildew damaged pages
that can never be read
feel sorry for the withered
milk vetch gripping the fence
walk this coast
overturn the gray stones
with your red raw fingers
finRead full post »