Once upon a time there used to be

a notebook

resting against the grain of a 

tree

whose story wasn't meant to be told. 

At least not the way that yours

was

Before you thought to watch 

the way of the leaf

that fell. 

It held a hope that can't be reclaimed

no matter how many times

you draw that beautiful

curve.

MC

Owed To Mr. Coleman (or the importance of walking...)

It is in these little
moments…

The cloud shaped
like a horse running away.

The gray sleet settling
soft
into memory.

Lost clementines against straw grass.

Fall is Winter is Spring is Summer is
Fall into
the big things…
Life is
alive
with you in it.

Microcosm…

that you are…


~Miriam Climenhaga 12/14/2011

pssst.

Consider this a line break.

You know I like to yammer about what to do where with what on the internet regarding my art.

Yeah, I know that was a run on sentence.

So I like to tweet. (see sidebar.)

I like to share art.
http://miriamgraceclimenhaga.posterous.com/

in a couple of ways...
flickr

Sometimes I like to talk which will now be found:
http://miriamclimenhaga.wordpress.com/

And I am going to start locating stuff that might be for sale here... at least that's the plan. I'm sure I could streamline it all, but I never really like the way that looks. Plus which I have fun jumping around and being crazy.

xxoo
Miriam

peace

I am playing around with using wordpress for a blog lately... and this last post took me a loooong time to get posted, so as I do not have the energy to redo it here at this moment in time...I present it as a link for you.

http://miriamclimenhaga.wordpress.com/2010/11/02/dia-de-los-muertos/