acts of art 13 -Marina Abramovic



for all who have loved deeply

for all who have said goodbye

because there was no other way

for the grace and courage of those

who can look into anothers eyes

feel the pain and loneliness

tearing the heart

and not turn away


I couldn’t decide which to use. Both bring tears every time I watch. Both evoke emotions I have no name for.



the Wonder, the Love, the Tears


To do the useful thing,

to say the courageous thing,

to contemplate the beautiful thing,

that is enough for one man’s life.

Wednesday Haiku

Wednesday Haiku

in my new morning

rain diamonds caressing leaves

reflecting her tears


haiku and photo by clinock

Mr. Bunbury – RIP. May 1, 2013.

Mr B

You appeared, as cats will,

out of nowhere,

years ago, adopting me

with gentle persuasion.

Today you returned to nowhere,

unless there is an afterlife for you –

 – mice filled basements

with catnip deserts

and Bastet, goddess of cats

to caress and protect you.

You gave so much love,

and lived only to receive love

with such purring joy.

No bold adventurer you,

preferring a fence

in the sun,

greeting all who passed,

hoping for and always receiving

an ear scratch,

a neck rub,

a nose kiss.

You will be missed my friend,

not just by me

but by the many

you have touched

with your gentle ways.

The empty blanket on the bed

is your headstone

and these words

and tears

your epitaph.

Your empty dish by the door

won’t be filled tonight

nor will my empty heart.

Farewell Mr B.

sweetest and dearest

fur ball of love.