Month: March 2012

Kimberly Rinker’s article about Liudmila Kondakova Art

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Liudmila Kondakova painting

Liudmila Kondakova
City Iconographer Extraordinare
By Kimberly A. Rinker

Here is an article we published many years ago. We congratulate Liudmila on her success an an artist. She has become quite well known since those days.

We have searched around and found her art represented well  at Martin Lawrence Galleries

Art-One does a good job of presenting a gallery of Liudmila Kondakova

 

 

Thanks to Kimberly A. Rinker

….editor D M Jackson

20 years and Go To Vegas

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20 years and Go To Vegas Poem by Amy Jackson

I was 19 years old…
I loved him…. no doubt.
But… I was 19 and stupid.
He loved me in spite of myself.
We lived.
Had kids…
Had bills…
Had memories…
And now? It has been 20 years.
20 years? Really?
Where did the time go?
To kids…
To bills…
To our memories.
Time to make some new ones.
Not kids…. memories!
Off to Vegas.
Vegas?
Yes…. Vegas!
A toast to the next 20.

Rain Drops Fall Off the Leaf

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Posting poems in the night for
you who read me,
somewhere in this world.
Oh I have done it for so long now.
I may have published
the first poem on the net.

It went
Hello World.

“Hello Ball”,
said Art Carney.

I roll the ball toward
some overwhelming question
without an answer
and tell you that
beauty is truth.

Then a few judge
whether I
said it
well enough.

when all I wanted, really,
all you wanted

was to hear the words

rain drops fall off the leaf.

Another Poem Among the Roses

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It Looks like another poem
is waiting among the roses
or the thorns
or maybe the sidewalks,
hoping for sidewalks
instead of muddy paths,
muddy paths and
muddy lives.
Hoping for better
is better than
nothing.
Hoping for better
child
is always
better than wasting away
thinking life is
so unfair,
which it is,
which it is.
Humble hands must work
Humble hearts must try.
Humility is beauty, and
Beauty is truth.