INKtober prompt: Coat

October 27, 2019
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Friends, you deserve a better visual offering than this, but the World Series game today is more than halfway over and I want to see the rest of the game and it was either get this done too fast or not at all. I will try to take my time tomorrow to make up for this hasty, sloppy pudding of a page.

Coat Rote Mote Note

Covering the Earth a coat of molecules that span
Overcoated O.G. does a Hoodlum if he can
Antics of a coated pervert in a room to let
Take us to a cheesy plate with coat of vinaigrette

clay on its way

October 22, 2019
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At last I am again spinning mud into shape on the potter’s wheel. Here is a wheel’s full of bisqued clay:

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I spent this evening’s class session applying glazes to these pieces. The glaze buckets were marked Turquoise Matte, Turq, Dk Green, and Black. You can tell which ones I glazed black, but not so much the others.

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I helped instructor Jon Higuchi load glaze and bisque kilns, and then I cleaned up the mess I had made in the glaze room. Then it was time to go. No wheel-throwing today, but I’ll make up for it next week. It’s nice to be One With Clay yet again!

Father

October 21, 2019
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Father

My father was improbable. ° He was frightfully young–seventeen–when ° He and my not-yet mother ° Succumbed to that irresistible ° Primal Urge and got my ° Older brother started. Not-yet-Dad ° Was reluctant to step up ° (And I don’t blame him–he ° Was told he had nothing to fear ° And he knew what a Fork ° In the road Marriage ° And Parenthood were.)

But he did step up, ° Leaving some dreams in dust ° And realizing others ° He had not had before.

That is why I exist. And having learned ° Of my improbable origin ° I resolved that any child I conceived ° Would be wanted ever so much.

And the dream I had ° Was realized. I am a father. My daughter ° Is a Miracle. The improbability ° A beneficent Universe grants ° Fulfilled the most important ° Destiny of my life.

My daughter wants no children. ° She dreams her own dreams. ° She has my approval, and applause.

INKtober prompt: Tread

October 21, 2019
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2019 1021 tread

“Take nothing but pictures, leave nothing but footprints.” Motto of the Baltimore Grotto, a Maryland caving club founded in 1952

Tread Marks

Toes press macadam
Rabbit tracks weave amongst the flora
EXIT signs illumine dusty footprints on the floor
And Every One of us has left our mark
Defining a path through Darkness

Rest in peace, Harold Price Bowers, Sr.
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