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sbpoet
The Spangly Web
Introvert. Poet. Blogger. Snapshotter. Etsy Shop-Keeper.
Interests: politics, literature, poetry, goddess-daughter; pseudo-niece; speculative fiction, science, faith & reason, philosophy, Gaia, art, architecture, the nature of good & evil, interior design, objects, human nature, feminism, gender, animal nature, illness, chronic fatigue syndrome (CFIDS), fibromyalgia, ME/CFS/PVFS (Myalgic Encephalopathy/Chronic Fatigue Syndrome/Post Viral Fatigue Syndrome), liminality, technology, the feminine divine, animal intelligence, morality, mortality, ethics, physics, metaphysics, string theory, aging, atheism, the nature of consciousness, creativity, cats, dogs, introversion, psychology, photography, fundamentalism, gardening, goldfish, haiku, happiness, sexuality, identity, intimacy, creativity, language, logic, memory, the muse, nature|nurture, narcissism, altruism, neuroscience, quantum theory, spirituality, web design, writing
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I know that we should all be writing as we live through, experience, this historical time. Historians will write these stories, and we don't know what those stories will say. As Bill Barr points out, history is written by the winners. We, those millions of us just trying to get through history, are not, are unlikely to be, the winners. Those of us who keep diaries, or journals, or write poems or emails or actual letters to those we care for, will provide, perhaps, an alternative to official histories. These private notes are important. They are the grist, the truth,... Continue reading
Posted yesterday at Watermark
I ask myself this often. What stops me from doing what I should, all those errands that pile up on every horizontal space in our house? CFS/M.E. can be scolded for some of it. Even much of it. Sometimes it seems that the choice is between what I ought to do to maintain our house, and my relationship, and what I want to do to keep on being me. My failures at external shoulds used to be only my own. Now those failures effect someone else. Now Alan must maneuver past my piles. Alone, the question What is stopping me?... Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at Watermark
Nearly two weeks of bed-ridden illness (not COVID) seems to have led to a reset. Of course, I've had many resets in my long life – but not so long a time without writing as this year. Even during times when I was not writing poems, I was keeping up with my not-diary journal, recording my dreams and whatever loose thoughts occurred to me. And even during times when I was not journaling, or blogging, the occasional poem would appear, out of air, or in response to random prompts or classes. And for several years, digital art journaling and collage... Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at Watermark
I continue to be word-struck. What can be said? The more accurate estimates, based on "excess deaths" over expected, based on previous years, is 300,000. Excess deaths, of what seem to be extra people. Old people, sick people. Black/brown people. Those of us who count mostly, only, in big numbers, numbers that bury us in an avalanche of numerals. None of us is unique, is memorable, is worth the inconvenience of salvaging. Continue reading
Posted 4 days ago at Watermark
I did this for a Facebook challenge from Annabel Ascher: "Please repost this with your own photo and bio, including your reasons for being anti-fascist. If enough people do it should change the narrative! Let's not let these people paint anti-fascism the way they are!" Since I am a digital art journaler, I decided to do mine in my own way. Elements are from Little Butterfly Wings, Sahin Designs, Tangie Baxter, and Vicki Robinson. The Statue of Liberty images are from the web. [Text below the cut} I am Sharon, a 72-year-old white woman with pre-existing conditions. I haven’t had... Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at Watermark
Looking for something else, I found this photo-set that I made long ago at flickr. I'd forgotten how often I made art journal pages about my illness, and my attempts to cope with it. Perhaps it will speak to someone... Continue reading
Posted Jun 25, 2020 at Abide
I'm having a hard time with words these days, finding them, believing them, writing them. Instead I am making digital collages again. This is my Pandemic set: Continue reading
Posted May 22, 2020 at Watermark
another gray morning I wake from a dream of the end of the world it comes without warning the alarm a deafening buzz as all the bees in the world die in a hum at the end of it all honey gone sour and seeping from empty hives like sap from dying trees all sweetness lost sleet tapping the windows a warning a sigh an exhalation of hope as I wake in a wonder of fear from a dream at the end of the world a pattern of light on the wall ~sharon brogan may 02019 Continue reading
Posted Apr 26, 2020 at Watermark
I’m having a hard time writing. Even morning pages are flat. Few poems, little journaling of any kind. I know I’m not alone in this. I’m exhausted. Of course, that’s my diagnosis: chronic fatigue. But this is different, more than that. My mind, my heart, my heart-mind is exhausted. And I’m outraged, and tired of being outraged. I’ve been outraged too long. I look at my Facebook page and it’s just one rage-inducing post after another, nearly all shared from others, who share my outrage. It’s tiring. It begins to seem pointless. I feel so helpless, powerless, old and ill... Continue reading
Posted Apr 10, 2020 at Watermark
I see an image online, a head pounds a wall & I think, that’s me, I’m the head & the wall I’m pounding my head against, I’m all those apartments in my dreams that are so difficult to get into, narrow stairways & tiny trap doors mazes of rooms opening one into another & another, twisting corridors & hidden exits & all those cities I get lost in again & again dark streets & broken down vehicles & I’m always alone, even in crowded markets & sometimes there is music sharon brogan | march 02020 Continue reading
Posted Apr 2, 2020 at Watermark
yes i do kiss you right now in plain sight right here on this park bench in front of the ducks in front of the trees still bare from winter in front of the broken clouds in front of the person biking past face covered with a bandana bandit-style in front of the person with the Ronald- McDonald hair turning away from two old people kissing, standing, walking this little dog crowding our feet, one of your hands filled with litter collected from the river bank the other filled with mine yes do hold my hand, hold my hand, hold... Continue reading
Posted Mar 30, 2020 at Watermark
we have it totally under control just fine very little in this country successfully a very good ending that I can assure you as heat comes on we’re in great shape in good shape around the corner we have it very much under control very much under control in contact with everyone working hard and very smart starting to look very good we’ve had very good luck down close to zero good job we’ve done we’re going down very substantially down it’s like a miracle everything is under control very, very cool, everything is really under a very small number... Continue reading
Posted Mar 26, 2020 at Watermark
Homesafe I want to tell you how spring feels in Alaska, next to the sea, with aspen & cedar with eagles & gulls. I want to tell you how spring feels here, beside the river, with spruce & pine, with robins & crows. I want to tell you how this sky stretches between mountains, how it blues. Life teaches grief here. May snow takes the lilacs. I want you to know how my body cries. I want to tell you how your touch lifts me out of myself. I want to tell you how words catch in my throat how... Continue reading
Posted Mar 20, 2020 at Watermark
COVID-19 This morning I went to the clinic for the laying-on of hands. Snow and brittle ice still rest in shadowed places. Squirrels argue or court in the spruce trees. We hold hands, my love and I, as we walk the river trail, wind groping our winter jackets. Another couple passes, faces masked with scarves. Our dog is happy, unconcerned, sniffing all the scents and contaminants in every bush and stone along our way. The sky stays flat and high, where it belongs. There are no humans playing in the park, no other dogs, this cold afternoon. The news, grim... Continue reading
Posted Mar 11, 2020 at Watermark
Super Tuesday I stand before the judge debt collector to my left what is owed must be paid behind us, all the children (shades dark to light) behind them, the parents then the wooden pallets then the metal fence tornadoes come the chain links vibrate with an electric hum the pallets fall to dust the winds lift buildings and automobiles, drop them to the ground like coins dozens (humans) missing or dead (no one counts the others) hundreds more (black & brown) stand in lines for hours to cast their votes (do they count?) markets plummet officials reassure us only... Continue reading
Posted Mar 9, 2020 at Watermark
The full moon glides across winter's night as February now concedes to March, the month between the seasons, fickle skies that now are mellow, now are cold and harsh. The crocus tentatively tests the air that taunts with whispered hints of summer warmth; the daffodils, the tulips, debonair, all toss their yellow heads with wanton charm. But winter only rests, it does not sleep and bears still hibernate in mountain caves. The snow will come again, and cold and deep will bury woods and gardens many days. So treasure this fine darkness. Take your time to sleep and dream till... Continue reading
Posted Mar 2, 2019 at Watermark
Today, as I considered blogging again, I received a message from my old friend Anne Mathewson, telling me she'd had cause to revisit an old post of mine. And so, I consider it more seriously. I have, of course, lost most readers, due to long, unplanned absences, as well as the pull of so much else to see and read. Those who have followed at all will realize that much has changed in my life. It's not just blogging that I've abandoned, but largely writing as well, and no art journaling in over a year. A stranger might surmise that... Continue reading
Posted Feb 28, 2019 at Watermark
HOLDING HANDS Made with "Whispers of Love" by Jen Maddocks. The poem is mine. Continue reading
Posted Feb 23, 2018 at Watermark
ART DOLL For the Month of challenges at The Lilypad: January 25th : Art Doll (Style Challenge). Elements from Anne Sexton and Beth Rimmer, from Tangie Baxter’s Art Journal Caravan(s); and (almost entirely) from Tangie Baxter. Continue reading
Posted Jan 30, 2018 at Watermark
YOU Made with the January 2018 M3 kit and add-ons at The Lilypad. Elements from Paula Kesselring, Dawn Inskip, Little Butterfly Wings, and (mostly) Lynne-Marie. Continue reading
Posted Jan 30, 2018 at Watermark
LET’S For a black & white challenge at Oscraps. Elements from NBK Design, Anna Aspnes, Pretty Dutch Designs, Rucola Design, Sweet Digi Scraps, Rebecca McMeen, SherrieJD, Sissy Sparrows, and Tangie Baxter. Continue reading
Posted Jan 26, 2018 at Watermark
CRITTERS [Cricket’s nose; Beau’s eye; Belle’s paws] For the Month of challenges at The Lilypad: January 24th - Pieces of Us (Photography Challenge). Elements from Dawn Inskip, Lynne-Marie, and Pink Reptile Designs. Continue reading
Posted Jan 26, 2018 at Watermark
THIS IS THE PART . . . For the Month of challenges at The Lilypad: January 23: Scraplift Challenge. I lifted Wombat146’s page “Mixed Emotions.” Elements are from Dawn Inskip, Little Butterfly Wings, Lynn Grieveson, Lynne-Marie, and Rebecca McMeen, all from January 2018 BYOC kits. Continue reading
Posted Jan 26, 2018 at Watermark
INTROVERTS WEEK For an art journal challenge at The Lilypad. Elements from ViVa, Just Jaimee, Little Butterfly Wings, and Rebecca McMeen. The font is TangieAJFlarkspur. Continue reading
Posted Jan 26, 2018 at Watermark
EVEN IN WINTER Made for the Month of challenges at The Lilypad: January 22: Geometrical Mosaics (Technique). Papers are from Little Butterfly Wings and Paula Kesselring (January 2018 M3 kit & add-ons.) The photo is mine. Continue reading
Posted Jan 26, 2018 at Watermark