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      (by and © Ed Baker)

“Perhaps someday …”

Perhaps someday I’ll give in.
I’ll stop insisting I’m fine.
It’s not that bad.
No need to worry.

I’m the cowboy with the bullet
Wound who says, “Aw, it’s just
A scratch.”

Perhaps someday
They’ll stop saying
Cheer up,
Look at this gorgeous morning, and
Finally,
What’s the matter with you?

Perhaps someday I’ll give up feeling
Weak, foolish, immoral, fearful
Lazy, silly, petty, proud, vain
And burdensome.

But not yet. For now I’m still convinced
I can somehow stave off winter, win the
Footrace against the tidal wave
And rise out of the inhaling chasm
With a simple change of mind.

     (by and © Lida Bushloper)

[Note: Lida writes: “Procedure/Process:

1. Wait till all other projects are finished or in abeyance. Do not read the source material until then.

2. Print and read the source material. Read it again.

3. Wait. Accept initial thoughts/responses.

4. Read it again.

5. Purposely and consciously discard all immediate, knee-jerk, and automatically contrary and sarcastic responses. Allow other ideas to rise to consciousness.

6. Wait for a single word to emerge as dominant. The idea will form around this word.

7. Shape the idea. Have faith.

8. Stop.”]

J’s asphodel -lovingly

                               -after Eileen Tabios’ The Secret Life of an Angel
                               -after Jose Garcia Villa’s “Girl Singing”

Child. Night. Saturn

indestructible lead, tearing
in its lightning, paralysis,
no escape.

Child crying, forever, Night.
I howl to the shaman, come
and sort faded steps out

from decorating stars, from
instilling brightness back to
black blue. Stripped naked

I gathered him:
the forever child who flew
weightless. “Never-ending charm,”

he screamed from Luciferean
death. “From your abyss
I have won you, but you will

fall again,” I uttered. Child.
Night. I ask again & again:
“Will you save me for your

Truth? I did not bet
when you gave your life.”
Child crying. Night. I dreamt

in nonchalant gestures
losing my days, and you
sang the highest notes,

only fearful dogs could hear.
I won the ‘valley of freedom’
walking on violets of sorrow

to meet you. While you
escaped, frightened and
beaten, no concentration

for me in this Hell of sorts.

      (by and © Anny Ballardini)

girl singing again 2

      (by and © Cecilia Sophia Ibardaloza)

[Note: Sophie writes: “a public domain image by Seymour Hadwen/USFWS (image editing, mine); lines from Eileen Tabios’‘The Secret Life of an Angel’”]

girl singing again 1

      (by and © Cecilia Sophia Ibardaloza)

[Note: Sophie writes: “from a painting by Jules Joseph Lefebvre (image editing, mine); line from Eileen Tabios’ ‘The Secret Life of an Angel’”]

girl singing (winter remix)

      (by and © Ernesto Priego)

[Note: Ernesto writes: "Photo Credit: US National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (Public Domain; copyright-free)." Ed. note: Find image here. See archive here. See the NOAA photolibrary here.]

The Secret Life of an Angel: Girl Singing in a Word Cloud

      (by and © Aileen Ibardaloza)

[Note: Music by Parageet, who writes:

Hi Aileen,

with this I give you the permission to use my piece "Sprouts" for your project.
Of course I`m curious, so it would be great if you could send me a copy [upon publication] ...

If you make any money, we would have to make a contract - if you need anything written or signed please send me a form!

Kind regards from berlin, Parageet.

Ed. note: Thank you, Parageet. Upon publication, you'll be sent a copy. But don't put a down payment on the Lamborghini while waiting for royalties!

For info re: sources: please see note to the text version of 13 Oct 2008]

Another Girl, Having Sung

      (by and © Robert Rissman)

wings, after the girl has sung

      (by and © Cecilia Sophia Ibardaloza)

[Note: Sophie writes: “‘Audrey Hepburn’, from a Howell Conant photograph (image editing, mine); lines from Jose Garcia Villa's poem ‘Girl Singing’”]

wings, for the immortal old man

      (by and © Cecilia Sophia Ibardaloza)

[Note: Sophie writes: “from a pen and ink drawing by Cecilia Sophia Ibardaloza; lines from Jose Garcia Villa's poem ‘Girl Singing’”]