Attention all Designers

I like the design of this gown, but I thought the shoulders were a little too extreme. You could harpoon something with them. So I changed the curve from a right angle slightly (pictured below). Do you think it's an improvement? The points have pizazz..... but. It does change the look, such a small variation. The hat would probably get in the sauce if she dined in this. 
I like the bustline much better than today's styles which push those odd balloons upward and together in a most unappealing way to my eye. Cleavage has sure changed over the years. Used to be you couldn't get a credit card in the middle, but now there is a chasm. Very odd.

Burning Stone

Out of the hot dark

air and sweetness

Warm nourishment

for the body

Thoughts of

the soul

Do pleasure and pain always accompany one another, or can they be experienced separately?, I wonder.

The Spotlight

And music.

Welcome!

I, jm, solemnly do swear to uphold all traditions and be the zaniest, most creative human being possible in the universe. One of a kind, with no template to copy.

Muddy Rivers and Carpets

I bend my strings for a dime
Spirits rise from glasses
Brown liquid and gold
Spirits come up from low mud creeks
through the carpets to my strings
Ooze, slide, and stretch
I sing
Jm

Illustration by Jean-Francois Dumont

A Late Spring Afternoon

In all this confusion I've been looking for
I've been looking for
Simplicity of mind somewhere in a single line
With no particular reason to the the rhyme

No particular tale to tell
No words of wrath to ease my mind
No particular people treating me unkind
No particular sorrows moaning
No questions pressing on my mind
No particular situations to define

Yes it's a simple matter sometimes
When an afternoon is born
In green silk and sunshine
And a few distant horns.

This is an excerpt from a tune I wrote on a typical sunshiney afternoon in Santa Fe, New Mexico. I was especially content that day. Santa Fe was a vivid experience, both good and bad.
One thing amusing was the Governor at the time, Bruce King. In one of his speeches he referred to a situation as a "Box of Pandoras". Just sailed on by and made me laugh forever.

Dust motes swimming in the dark
Light in boxes from above
An arc forms from the ceiling where
Melodies fall
Colors spill
The audience is encircled
The dust hums in the key of G

I sing.

jm

Forest for the Trees

Ken Duncan

I'm in the mood for these woody protuberances of late, and I sense a burgeoning interest in our environment worldwide. Maybe it's not humans who will save the planet, but the planet who will save the people.
Impossible to say.