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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APRIL 12, 2014 8:35PM

The Juggler Henry


by LUCY SIMPSON 

a dream about my hidden high-school crush

Henry walks in
and out of plaster rooms,
with rectangular windows
ablaze, past gilded onion-domes
in the autumn pelting rain,
on cobblestone streets
with stones exposed
like bald cats. 
He juggles
six balls at
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Flat Irons  

 

Asters in Negative

 

Rope Fraying in Water

 

Two Forms Embracing    Read full post »

MARCH 24, 2014 7:17PM

The Nun Who Did the Dirty Work

 

I am thinking of Sister Frances today in the light of almost spring.  I am hoping she freed herself before she died and she was old when she taught me Social Studies in seventh and eighth grades, gray hair tucked neatly under the fold of her blue cap.  SheRead full post »

MARCH 2, 2014 8:14AM

Two Sculptures and a Drawing

Seated Woman - I see many little flaws in this piece, but there are a few things right.  I love the process of sculpting, the cool wet clay in my hands, the adding of clay, the subtracting of clay.  This is my first figure sculpture.  My teacher, the model and… Read full post »

FEBRUARY 24, 2014 7:42AM

Art Teacher from the Fifth Dimension

Art Teacher from the Fifth Dimension

 

His ragged eyes,
scuttle about the classroom,
where he teaches aesthetics.

At an easel, he holds charcoal,
dirtying pure white,
waggling his round,
baby-sphere head.

He does not share the plate of cookies
the nice student brought.
He does not… Read full post »

Winter Warmth -  we walked into town

 

Wisdom Tea House - My daughter and I drank tea here, basking in the sunshine

 

Drainage - I was struck by how neatly these three drainage pipes lined up and how beautifully they shone in the light - like something sacred, rathe… Read full post »

JANUARY 26, 2014 10:06AM

Pies and Cakes

Pies and Cakes
 

A butter knife will open up your hand,
so don’t you mess around with them;
her hair bobs with each succinct word.

S is hero to my ten-year-old girl,
sister to the boss, whose arms
are palid spider legs.

His wife is a big fish
out of water, continually
surprised by the worl

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Rubber Tree Leaf 

The Railroad

 

The Old Wagon Wheel

 

Ice and Dry Grasses

 

Waves of Wood

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DECEMBER 29, 2013 9:41AM

Golden Wing

Golden Wing

“They flutter their wings in yearning and sing, “Come closer, my love.” Rabindranth Tagore



Do not judge me
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DECEMBER 12, 2013 5:15PM

Happy Holidays

Contemplative Angel, by Lucy Simpson - graphite on paper  Read full post »

DECEMBER 1, 2013 9:27AM

Twilight

Twilight


The German cuckoo cants the blue hours.
I sit at the Formica table, moored to it,
pondering the connection between Formica
and formica ants, while I finger
a glass swan figurine.

My tuxedo cat stretches against my thighs.
Dada sleeps on the sofa,
spindly legs stretched ou/… Read full post »

Self portrait - pixelated.   

I learned a lot in my drawing class.  My teacher was a real ass.  It takes a special person not to see that he or she has a room full of angry students. I couldn't bear watching him self-destruct his employment, so I went… Read full post »

 

 The navigation voice pronounced it as 'Santa Fu,' which made me think of holy pho.   We drove down 25, all the family loaded into the car, listening to Neil Gaiman books, the only audio books everyone can agree on, the whole way through dry scrub, past Trinidad at the… Read full post »

 


I perhaps get this fire from my mother's family, an Aunt who was pro-Castro and a mother, who, though vehemently Catholic, didn't believe in the authority of clergy, over one's own conscience.   As it is, I have trouble with authority figures who misuse their power.  

It started at… Read full post »

OCTOBER 7, 2013 11:59AM

Save Them All

Save Them All

 

I am lifting up the train
I am lifting up the train
I am saving my father
I am saving everyone
on board the nightmares
I am saving the driver
the reoccurring image
of the awful reaching
of my human father's hands

I put the… Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 22, 2013 7:11PM

Learning to Draw is like Crawling to Light

As I sit at the table with the other students, I think of how I never really learned to draw.  I took art in high-school, but felt very discouraged. My teacher was a very nice woman, who would gently correct me every time I glanced down at my paper.  A fewRead full post »

SEPTEMBER 17, 2013 3:25PM

Hemispheres

SEPTEMBER 10, 2013 3:32PM

Old Mother Sugar Shack

Old Mother Sugar-Shack


First they nibbled the sugar-cane plaster,
its bright red and white against dingy snow.

The sun haloed the girl's head
as she busted out a syrup pane.
It cracked as she squealed.

They did not see me,
insubstantial as I am,
coated in sweet light.


Long dead kin warned/… Read full post »

AUGUST 30, 2013 10:08AM

Clown in Skull Mask - I Pad sketch

AUGUST 12, 2013 12:29PM

As if I were a Bomb

As if I were a Bomb

 

I clasp that ten percent chance,
invisible talisman
that the Jamaican nurse hands me
'Tis pity she drank so much,
but she could still live.'

So I pray and watch
for oxygen bubbles in tubes.
'Where is my baby?” she asks,
waking

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JULY 29, 2013 11:45AM

Moon Over Mount Herman

JULY 23, 2013 8:07PM

7-23-2013 Poetry Exercise

7 -23 Poetry Exercise

 

 

Flower which a shade's hand closes

Grey animals disappear over the dry hillside

My own naked hand with its small fingers
Colorado sun-browned

You shed light like dead skin 
Faces darken in these splintered hours
the hills like… Read full post »

JULY 21, 2013 3:29PM

Adventures in Art

First Knitting Project, a black and white cotton cowl with orange buttons; photo by Michael Kitchin.

I finally learned to knit.  I had a bad experience in a weaving workshop while in highschool, with the nasty teacher saying I was 'hopeless' and suggesting I throw out the offending scarf… Read full post »

JUNE 29, 2013 10:52AM

May Museum


May Museum


Pinned on this board,
sterile mesa,
yet in perpetual motion,
nectar-sipping

bliss.

How you loved me
when you first saw me,
rare specimen on a petal
hiding from your burning

eye.


Love for you is a hunt
with a net, with a pack of pins
in your satchel

a red thing,
ragged.


You have/… Read full post »

JUNE 23, 2013 5:16PM

Mountain Life in Black and White

 Rock at Rampart Reservoir - It was cold that evening, as we tried to fish.  Scaly bodies leapt from the water, but there were no takers for our salmon-egg-baited hooks.  Living in an arid area that is growing drier every year, more prone to wildfires, water grows more precious… Read full post »