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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MAY 3, 2011 12:56AM

Gothel in Gotham

The woman creeps along the alley
between the dumpsters
her pepper wool hair matted
her spine the keel of a ship
been twenty leagues under

She goes her way singing
a lullaby in witch language
I watch mother now I found her
miles away from the tower's
crumbled brick and mortar

She'd hopped the trains here
living/… Read full post »

APRIL 28, 2011 10:08AM

A Conversation With Poet Eric Ashford


A Conversation with Poet Eric Ashford

Poet Eric Ashord by photographer Judy Ashford

L.S. How does a poem get started for you?

E. A. Several ways really.  I sometimes do a mind dump in a journal and other times I hit on

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APRIL 23, 2011 6:18PM

The Sexual Nature of Flowers

When I look at a Georgia O'Keefe painting of a flower, I see a vagina.  My son was most probably conceived after a walk beneath row upon row of cherry blossom trees in Washington DC.  My husband loves to give me flowers and I love to do the same for him.… Read full post »

APRIL 10, 2011 12:43AM

Alone on Our Islands


I lie on the red blanket
in my parent's bedroom
beneath the kissing cousins
wooden, dressed in dutch outfits

Pull a string and they kiss

September and light fails
on the island in the tarmac
with its birches and the oak
lone and burled restless
fists caught in amber

The grass goes dead
and/… Read full post »

APRIL 4, 2011 6:24PM

How We Lived on the Water

(for M, who would know)


One time I walked with her.
In my yellow rain boots,
my yellow coat,
I missed, sadly, the yellow
fisherman's hat
of the Morton's Salt Girl,
wasting her salt on the pavement.

She wore her blue trench coat
and carried a black umbrella,
which looked like octopus
wearing a funeral d/… Read full post »

MARCH 24, 2011 10:44AM



I clasp a budded bone
arched over scuffed nickel water
Mist is on the far shore
with its distant mounds
blooms of breathing white

Multicolor rocks worn
by salt years
rest easy in the palms
The largest driftwood
has every-which-way locks
and a twisted-monkey face

The tide sigh-wooshes in
cold-salty-awake/… Read full post »

MARCH 21, 2011 8:54PM

Zula May

The blood oranges sat in the cut glass bowl, untouched for a week. Slowly they curled into themselves, the skins shriveling up. They mummified in the Colorado summer as dust blew in through the open door with its peeling paint.

Light entered in, the only fresh element in/… Read full post »

MARCH 20, 2011 8:41PM

Progress on Straw Man/ Now Corn Man

Right View of Corn Man

Right View of Corn Man

Front View of Corn Man

Front View of Corn Man

Left View of Corn Man 

Left View of Corn Man

I may air dry this piece, coat in tinted beeswax and then glue on the corn husks and put Indian corn around the base of the bust.  Still cogitating on this.  He's not perfect, but if… Read full post »

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 

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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


              "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


      “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
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 »