F.r.o.g.s. in Residence: When canning tomatoes became art

skin,
as in the hand of friendship,

art,
as in sharing,

F.r.o.g.s. in residence

installation view of of Prayers in Motion

She is Prayer in Motion

Eternal flame burn
peaceful dexterity
brightly shining hearts
one million sparkling strengths
our hands and feet be guided
Amen
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F.r.o.g.s in Residence: Collecting things for dinner

I felt his all-in nature;
nothing left in the fridge
or on his back.
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F.r.o.g.s. in Residence, part II

“Did I ever tell you my dream? No?”

This dream remained whispering within my sight as colorful smoke lingers within the dance of fireworks.

Under the auspices of Crooked Little Flower continues the Artist Residency started by Tracy Hicks. A gift of time, short term residencies focused on personal and collaborative experimentation. CKS

Bone Soaked

I am bone soaked
exhaustion of the well;

teeth-ground
doubling down
all or all
no turning.

I am bone soaked
drifting down forward

night’s grief
walking frays
twinkle-eyed
portrait parched.

I am bone soaked;
softly kiss my soul.

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We are F.r.o.g.s. in Residence, Part I

In 2013, Tracy started what he shared with me as the development of “his legacy”; an artist residency with a particular emphasis on the gift of time. 

He just began; casually.  Inviting friends to come and enjoy what the Appalachian Mountains, his friendship and mentorship, community, and his food had to offer. 

The time was yours to work.  Solitude or community was your choice. CKS

Where We Are

neither I sit;
restless I tremble.

water’s silence
spring parades

in the shade-cast room
behind glass veiled curtain

I, road of forgotten
dreaming fingers
roam;

where we are
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To Heal

drips may fall violently from his kiss
but those wounds do not bleed until they heal. . .

Scarring bonds
Foundation’s bridge
I darn my lips
thread bares’ edge

held as harmless
violence falls
anxious quiver’s
intoxicant cure.

heartbroken anguish
pools dry
scabbed as I am
bonds mending

terse muscle builds
head high turning

turning
heels a dervish magic
walks away.
CKS