the way it is...

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Monday, December 17, 2007

Thursday, December 6, 2007

a pillow


unrelated

come on over
and i'll tell you everything
you ever wanted to know
about catnip
what i've read anyway
which is not
what i've heard.

sometimes it's hard to find the truth.

a leather tab
fell off of a zipper
on my dunlin bag so
i replaced it with a charm.

i kicked something while
racing to the train today.
while waiting on the subway platform
i realized it was my charm.
i back tracked, up the stairs
and through the station.
i went directly to where
i heard the clink
and found my charm.


apparently, it's easier to find a tree branch.

one time
i got off the train
and was annoyed by something
that was caught on the bottom of
my cowboy boot.
turns out
it was one of my favorite
necklaces made by my sitster.
one of the beads had gotten
snagged in the hole of my heel.
i hadn't realized that
the necklace had fallen
from my neck.

evidently, i'm a good fisherman.

about Wendaferd

I was born to a carpenter and an artist/activist/homemaker in Indiana, right smack-dab in the middle of the middle class and white America. I am number 7 of 8. On a really good day my mother called me Wendaferd. I have a sidekick, his name is Willie. On a really good day he calls me Darlin'. I have three caged birds and they still sing, and a dog named Birdi. I am an artist and the founder of SUGAR. My photographs explain what I am thinking. The image becomes a drawing of my conclusions. Within the captured moment lie my notions and opinions about the world I live. Cropping happens in the lens, eliminating unnecessary words, while enriching others that remain within the frame. I trust my instincts and intuitions as if they were logic. Gwendolyn Charlene Skaggs

days gone by

Elephant Ears

By Gwendolyn Skaggs