“Creativity, as has been said, consists largely of rearranging what we know in order to find out what we do not know. Hence, to think creatively, we must be able to look afresh at what we normally take for granted.”

– George Kneller

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Welcome to our online forum for sharing your creative explorations with the world! Revealing your work is an easy yet powerful way to validate your efforts,
and gives your singular view as a gift to the world.

 If you are striving to know yourself better, or to connect with others on this journey of discovery, this forum is a valuable way to deepen into the process, especially if you are just starting out on this exploration of self and community. When you share your personal perceptions and listen appreciatively to others, you can gain insight to the eternal forces mirrored in our collective lives and in your own soul. Often these hidden treasures are buried in your images, poems or stories you tell.

We invite you to look for emerging themes from your own or other’s intuitions and creative works. Then, we invite you to comment on how they facilitate your life journey. By posting and responding to posts of others, we all get an important glimpse into life’s unfolding in a much larger way than any one of us can make alone – we also bond together with companionship and support. We particularly invite work which supports understanding and encouragement of the creative process, and hence, the process of life.

CREATIVITY FORUM

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Thank you to all who share their creative expressions!

Wild Man-Animal

When the wild man-animal is out of his cave to frolic unrestrained, carefree in joyfulness… just for the fun and freedom of it, one does not need reason to dance on waters’ surface, to be a disruptive force within the order of the universe. Nothing suits the truth of...

Sounds of a Cello

You are music to me. From your breath the resonant sound of a musician’s heart awakens into murmurings of pleasure and possibility, or left behind… a song to celebrate the glory of a single life…  As I listen closer to the tenor of your message,  the moan of sorrow...

Impetuous River Reveals

Earth, stone, water.  Grounded.  Giving birth to inspiration.  Yosemite.  Remembering... A miraculous place of wildernessfound on this one-of-a-kind day. For many years, like looking for my origin, I tried finding, again, this gathering of stone, water, and tree, with...

Clocks

"Clocks"Acrylic Paint with clock parts I was twelve years old when I experienced mortality in full force for the first time. The clock hands also point to twelve, sometime around when dad was pronounced to have left us. Old parts of a clock battery turn the clock from...

We Are All Shooting Stars

We are all ‘shooting stars’ in the Cosmos of possibility A brief flashing from primal nothing to everything. I am still here dancing with the Universe, growing tomatoes, suffering the pleasures and adversity of aging, joyfully surrendering the folly and expectations...

Original Song

Where is it written and where have I heard the tale that, in the beginning, we are all given a song, forgotten as we tumble to earth- that thunderous journey, crossing safe border from womb to world to spend our days searching for how our own notes fit together....

Doomsday

A doomsday prophet proclaims the end of the world is coming, and I think yes, but not yet. Of course the evolution of earth's lifetime will result in destruction, still - not yet.  I haven't filled my dance card, kissed enough toads, or journeyed into a mystical...

Fox’s Pulpit Above The River Lune

They lean in silent watchfulnessThree Cypress trees whose skyward longingWas crafted by prevailing winds.They rest now boughs on graveyard wallsAnd stand as sentinels to the few soulsWho choose the ground near Fox's PulpitTo reside, in the lingering auraOf his three...

The Whole Cosmos Is My Body

The whole cosmos is my body I am waking up to every birth without exception every scale of magnitude and environs every death I will be dying today in the shifting tides of the orderings disorderings through all particulate matters the organic tapestries in sickness...

Sailing Off to the Edge of Time

Night slipped in under the door pouring across the floor rising to the ceiling. With the dark came the fear also rising beneath my feet into my heart and gut. It struck me there, curled in bed under the sheets wrapped in blankets pillows over my ears. Praying I would...

Solstitium

A good night's sleepas a few​ microb​ial induced​symptoms recede ​f​orceful dreamingshaving had solid closures but ​none of those images​are coming back to me ​t​hus in good health ​wakingto Solstice I am with the Sunstandingstill ​+ ​Beholding this moment​beckoning...

Aran

In Memorium: Bennett White (~25 October 2017) Into the wind. That’s the way I remember him. On Inishmor, on the way home from Dun Aengus, the old fort perched on the cliff behind us soon our backs bent, leaning over the handlebars, turning pedals, exertion carrying...

Childlike She Danced

She became aware of the music first, a faraway tickle of notes dancing upon the spring-like air rising and falling as if from a songbird's feathered throat. She felt herself lean into the sound just the smallest hope in her hips unfelt longing in her toes and she...

Temporary Homes

I sleep in unfamiliar beds, Cousins hold the place that once held my sister and brother. Grandparents, Aunts and uncles provide a movable home until Mommy and I can get Somewhere to call our own. Mom leaves me, I don’t know for how long. I stay a whole year at Grandma...

Music

I hear music and laughter in the next room. I lie in my crib, long to be held, to be where the music plays. I cry, long and lusty, Wanting someone to carry me out to where the fun is happening. I am full of sadness, since no one comes to hold me. Soon my eyes are...

Early Summer Storm

Sunlight trickled through the trees tumbled lightly onto me caressed my cheek with warmth dappled my thoughts and senses Awakened sparks in dewy moisture left behind by sprinkler’s grace and in steamy tears on my face Remnants of joy’s expression tattooing the cheeks...

Dissolved

The poet dissolved while reading The New York Times in a tub of warm warm water the book reviews. Fluting across water boundaries into the air  and out the window. Trying to explain in his sweating head why, oh why he keeps on writing words on paper. Or more honestly...

This is the Month I Didn’t Die

My mouth is wide open But I cannot swallow. In the beginning I needed a life of excitement and danger A colored light moving on a rippling wall A man tearing at my heart All was needed to wake me from the cold stone I was carved from. A run-down walk-up apartment...

Grandpa Victor Grahn

Grandpa prays before every meal, Reads his large print Bible every day. One full chapter out loud followed by a hymn. Every Sunday early we go to church, We sit in the front pew. One Sunday I felt sick, but Grandpa made me stay. I threw up over the railing right in...

Grandma Mary Grahn

She shows her love with what she does, not so much with words. Her home is neat and clean, the pantry full Jars of many colors, raspberry sauce, green beans, pickles, relishes, rhubarb. She bakes biscuits, bread, coffee cake. Bread dough rises under a white towel...

Celebrate Being Straight

Learning how to deal With the opposite sex Can be so challenging   (There is much wringing of hands)   Sometimes it seems I am living with an alien From a distant planet   Something clicks sometimes And sweet "I love yous" Fly back and forth   Do we really need...

Pima County Auto Route, 1/11/2018

He says: "Let's go to the Dove of the Desert" Yesterday we were at the Casino And I won $13, his lucky number   So today it is the Dove of the Desert At WA'K or B'AK, the oldest continuously inhabited townsite in the lower 48,   Irrigated fields off the Santa Cruz...

Daffodil

Reaching out to a daffodil  On Sunday when the sky flew  My thoughts created raindrops  "What do you want?" I said "I'll give it to you then"  You know what I mean  So if you want this Do you want it retail or wholesale? No returns permitted  But if you don't  It's...

Thaw of the Frozen Soul

Hard truths betrothed to ecstasy  Lie in the fallow frozen ground  The screeching crows unhallowed ground    Now from that frozen fecund way  A spring of rilling water runs  Beneath the chilling iceberg runs    If frozen heart when level straight With little vision...

Apparitions (how little did we know)

1 Time travel is now. a real responsibility. as in. here I am. through the bliss. of jet-powered flight. freshly transmuted. from the 20th century. and eager for conversation 2 Night is become day. and day is night. now. in the cinemaesthetic. trance. how weirdly it...

Predicament

(notes on waking up in Kingsport Tennessee November 14, 2017) 1 A miraculous family convergence last night. right here. beloved two living sisters brother-in-law. beloved nieces and great-niece. the necessary laments and ritual shakings of heads. thanks be with...

Thanksgiving 2017

The phone rings, not the cell phone, which I keep on the night table near my bed, but the phone, land-line, in the kitchen. I glance at the clock. Seven in the morning on Thanksgiving Day.  My Colorado son, Lance, calls to wish me well, discusses his plans to visit...

“Paco” Francisco Granados Ferro

“Paco” Francisco Granados Ferro living in bird land with St. Veronica from Granada spreading pomegranate knowledge to all who will listen about the war the civil war before the last world war we hope from the hills of Spain that lives in pain across the shore and out...

The Darkest Night

Turning on all Rebellion against rebellion itself The fire angels Burned in tallow candles Enumerating the night Spells cast By the Ouija Board And unheard of Whispers from beyond Upthrust In the nude light Shells of special consciousness Pealed Like evaporating...

Holly Pebbling 5-25-80

This is a poem that I wrote when I was separating from Holly’s Mother, and I was interested and impressed with how much she had to survive at the very young age of three or four. My younger daughter Holly lost her husband on October 1, to a motorcycle accident. She...

I Quit Playing Myself

Once upon a time I was a little boy Who liked lollipops And Ginger Roses And now I am old And it is time to stop. Even about that, I don't know Do I remember what the Ghost Said to Hamlet? Am I a straw mouse In indigo bunting? Or am I a hummingbird, Swift upon wings...

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The Czech version: Padl na mne velký smutek, Jak ten život rychle utek. The English version: I got hit by deeply sad and profound feeling Seeing last few layers of my life now peeling Jerry Stepanek October 2017

They Were Dancing In The Isles In 58

they were dancing in the isles in 58 during the "Jazz festival." then in 67 for the "Pop festival" for the first "Blues Festival" now for the "International Blues festival" but what is important is keep on dancin' like Zorba to understand it all Stephen Brown October...

Flax

"FLAX" the label on the back of the white linen nightgown full-length, pure-white three bone buttons along front neckline opening. Bought ever-so-many years ago worn regularly during all seasons washed and sun-dried, weather permitting. I loved that nightgown...

Monstrance

Monstrance is an altar dedicated to the Great Mother in all her aspects. The image shown is a detail, about 20"X15" of a sculpture that is nearly 7' tall, 3' wide, 2' deep. The whole piece weighs about 300 lbs.   John Dotson March 2017...

Repose

Your head in the blue sky your feet in the blue lake your back at rest against your pack. You are a mountain of food for two ants crawling up your arms. You are an invisible speck for the juniper Pine clinging to the top of the granite cliff. You feel the cool...

February, 1981

the lacy curtains sheer and patterned sometimes rippled outward on a breath of the sky through the open window to the moon high in the branches of a black leafless silhouette against a black sky the little hope of flesh had passed our bed was quiet my lover lay asleep...

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Past fifty it's hard to find new sacrificial victims to blame for ones unhappiness. All these years I've been waiting for the soulful perfection of others to appear like a magical key and unlock my heart. Then I would be filled with loving-kindness; it would roll in...

Love Is Not A Word

Love is not a word in search of a definition Not a matter of grammatology font style effects My fingers touch your skin and the heat transfers The deeper lava flows hot as your beating heart Back and forth I descend into the wants of your eyes I feel the rise and fall...

Big Sur

A few miles up from the ocean reached by truck on rugged road lined with pale pink buckwheat, and ruby lit Indian Paintbrush, I sit by an old wooden cabin feel sun's beginning seduction. Rays closer than usual probe my skin, alert my blood to its glory. An easy...

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He is smiling sweetly Talking about his wise love for his sons And his best friend. He glances at my neck, At the crease between my breasts. Then he looks again. There is a small scratch on his brown, furry forearm It's winking at me. He has taken my hands As I speak...

I Am A Spy

I am a spy in the house of me. I live in disguise, my metaphoric black fedora slanted across my forehead, my belted trench coat flapping wide as I stride with purpose through dark and stormy nights. Though the streetlamps cast weak spotlights all around me, the black...

Two Haiku

HAIKU 99,000 it was all very simple until it got complicated UNTITLED Who am I That death doesn't desert me But waits patiently At my doorstep? Chris Lovette Tucsan, AZ February 2017

Pietersite’s Omen

The burning rubble tumbles from the ridge To valley floors where water once ran clear, Illuminates a long sustaining bridge Whose last passage across is growing near. The omens of an elemental force Hint toward a shift of global reaching range, With power to disrupt...

Prism Feelings

When the purple sun is standing complete against the sky A glowing white crane starts its flight line for all mankind to see Working for a new beginning holding to the virgin light Raising flight is gained the prism giving us the cryptic sight Emotions feeling...

Tucson Veteran’s Hospital, 2016

The roses bloom in the Spring In the court yard full of blooming roses A blind soldier talks to me About going back to Wyoming tomorrow Where the ice Off the ponds We no longer need is now melting Off the ponds We no longer need to break through the ice To water our...

Scorched Brown Black

The scorched brown black earth telling cinder tales of just passed fire storms Lining the road to the Monastery at Tassajara. In the mountains of the Salinian's near the sacred spring of another tribe The Buddha chants the Bells ring. The stones of the walls wait on...

Environmental Services Truck #6110

"Brush and Bulky Pickup" It says in a two by eight foot decal On the side of the truck. A crew of six inmates Two drivers And a deputy sheriff overseer Load the camps' debris into the back of the truck Into the compactor that leads Into the belly of the truck The...

The Tight Rope Walker

The heights can be dizzying Balancing On seeing feet Light and airy Or losing control The walk No longer sustainable The fall Inevitable And falling An eternity Wondering Will the safety net hold? Chris Lovette Tucsan, AZ Sept 2017

Rattlesnake

We kept the baby rattlesnake In an aquarium In the homemade bookshelf Made of cinder blocks and wood planks The baby rattlesnake learned How to crawl up the side of the aquarium And to get out And to hide In one of the holes in the cinder blocks That held up the...

Grand Canyon

when you approach the lookout packed tight with people their hands stretched to heaven they hold small boxes they briefly look at them to rise them again and again fracking the Grand Canyon into small fragments to be deconstructed into a fuzzy memory of the...

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The rich plasma of space and time flows in infinite waves through out the cosmos within no bounds. On the circle with no beginning or end. The storms from the south brought lightning bolt the swords of Mars God of War. Into the peaceful night. Good or evil sad or...

Crow Struts

Crow struts along the road hop bopping as crows will do on the ground the yellow brown mountains begin to once again appear from out of the dark His head up morsel searching telling the trees that the time has come to shed the night cast off the dark so the twitter...

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Preamble: Small tremors of love ignite feelings so fresh decades of living melt into a clear pond where, upon reflection among ripples created by thoughts, your life clearly viewed becomes you. Lately, my love becomes as though arrow-born, soars straight, stops at...

Music of Love

I used to sprawl in the last pew of the church, the one closest to the double doors at the back of the room, the escape route denied to me during those long practice sessions. In this Methodist edifice, there were long cushions of dark green velvet whose dusty yet...

Pentecost Veil, Antechamber

The deep background for this structure is my childhood in upper eastern Tennessee. There was a door there, and the door is still there. I can freely walk through this door no matter where I am on Earth, no matter how old I am, no matter what drama is unfolding....

Through the Universe

Spring will arrive again as it always has before and after then and now. The scent of it lain in the mind. Blossoms poking their heads above the snow. Whiteness reflecting color to the edge of time. Through halls of memory down the cascade of time long gone. Past the...

Apache Tears

Did you ever see them? Little orbs of obsidian Grape sized Someone dubbed them Apache Tears You used to find them At many volcanic sites around the Southwest Molten glass blown skyward Falling back as Apache Tears Luz lays in bed at her son’s Hooked up to oxygen for...

Grief Interrupted

How dare the sun shine today so brilliant and bright filling her chair with shimmering light. How dare the mockingbird mock your sadness about her absence filling silent space with ecstatic song. How dare five dying sunflowers beam across this dark space edging...

Normal

We live in the light. Mostly. Our home is a village Perhaps a city. Our bodies encased in fabric Smooth glass against our fingertips Waxy balm on our lips. We know that we are not The whole world. Although this thought only Comes to us sporadically. Looking up from...

Coming to the Edge

Coming to the edge where it is foggy to the ground but warm. On the table in the kitchen is a compass. Can it point the way? It has been there for months since we returned to worship the sun once more. Will it point the way? Stephen Brown Del Rey Oaks, CA April...

Vigil

And many a night The Knight would rise from his chamber To stare in to the Void Yet discerning no thing A three a m train Blows its horn On the main line South to the Pacific Coast of Mexico The rolling stock pounds the rails Sending its tune a mile away And the...

Two Worlds

We live in a new world. A daily fill of images, reading magazines, surrounded by ads. A weekly dose of spectacles. Select a TV show. Go to Disneyland. You feel free and in control. Still there is this bitter taste. We come from an older world where images are etched...

The Shiny Silver Shoe

This poem is a bit old, I was walking by the Monterey Library and saw this little plastic shoe with all kinds of bling on it laying in the gutter. I am sending it because I am, to paraphrase a Greek Fisherman, “I am fillered up with politics!” THE SHINY SILVER SHOE...

Haiku 99,000

it was all very simple until it got complicated Chris Lovette Tucsan, AZ  

Who Am I?

Who am I That death doesn't desert me But waits patiently At my doorstep? Chris Lovette Tucsan, AZ