A Persistent Muse

Born to stir the pot & punish the world for not paying attention

A Persistent Muse

A Persistent Muse
The Heart of the MIDWEST,
September 05
In real life I teach art, art history, drawing and painting at a private high school. I recently left my job teaching in an innercity high school. Bottom line: I love teaching and this is my 40th year doing so! I adore visual and verbal expression and the whole wrestling match of creativity. Do I have the idea or does it have me? I hope to become a better writer through my blogs and exposure to exceptional writers. My Avatar is based upon a Seraph/Angel I painted for a child in our family.


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NOVEMBER 20, 2012 7:58PM

Crazy Quilt ThanksGiving

My first awareness of a quilt, crazy or not, was as it covered a cot right outside my grandparent’s bathroom in the hall off the kitchen at their old 12th avenue home. The quilt was mostly dark with many rough gray squares of material occasionally punctuated by reds and softer fabrics.… Read full post »

JANUARY 25, 2012 12:25AM

Eliza's Angel

When you live your life with an appreciation of coincidences and their meanings, you connect with an underlying field of infinite possibilities.
Deepak Chopra

"Did you remember that Eliza's first communion is tomorrow?" her husband asked.  

"Sure.” she replied absently pulling&nRead full post »

JANUARY 23, 2012 7:20PM

Just So


I hug the tiny pillow

arched within my arm

beneath my chin

just so


satin-edged dreams: 

pink snow suits

nap-damp curls 

cheerios and yellow ducks


and sticky kisses

just so


the way you fit

against my neck

within my heart

just sRead full post »

SEPTEMBER 15, 2011 3:14AM

Ghetto Kid - Repost

Two days ago, Chez and others graduated. I saw him early in May when I visited my former school's Fine Arts Fest. He surprised me with a hug from behind. "I'd know you anywhere!"

"Geez! What does that mean? I have bed-head???"  "I'm so glad to see you,"Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 11, 2011 5:04PM

Big Shoulders and the Dogs of War/Repost

We met on a sidewalk in September, 1968, just outside a movie theater on Green Street in Champaign Illinois. From that second forward we were dear close friends. Mike embodies the best of a Midwesterner's sensibility and approach to life. He’s open, gregarious, shirt-off-his-back generous, downRead full post »

To my wonderful seniors,

"The completion of an important project or phase of our lives has every right to be dignified by a natural grieving process. Something that required the best of us has ended, and we shall miss it.” Anne Wilson Schaef

Here we are, standing in a doorwayRead full post »

MAY 13, 2011 10:51PM


I started hoping for and eventually believing in signs during the death knell of my first marriage while still attempting to "save it". Initially, I sought an outward manifestation that was undeniably tied to my desperation. I prayed constantly, pleading for a visible promise that someRead full post »

APRIL 3, 2011 6:54PM




 I don’t want to talk about  the evening you buried her alive in a volcanic explosion of ash and molten words- raining rockhard and fast upon (then deep within) her mind and heart…scorching all the ways she sees herself.

I don’t want to thinRead full post »

Responding to Alyssa's (and Cindy Ross's ancient)  open call, I chose my favorites one and all...

Too tired to narrow down the field, I left you 5 for five and yield! 

Thanks for any and all old and new inviting open calls about favorites! Perhaps longer than intended, but fuRead full post »

FEBRUARY 27, 2011 11:45PM

TASERMAN:Casting the CrankyCuss BioPIC


Oh the heels of the Academy Awards, I can't help but realize that it's really just a matter of time. Some day soon,  the man, the myth, the legend, our very own Cranky Cuss, will attract the eye and lens of some well funded screenwriter. The inevitable biographical f… Read full post »

DECEMBER 28, 2010 10:15PM




In bitter winds

cardinals cling to black limbs

more calligraphy now than branches.

Brilliant wings flicker

like luminaries in the night

whispering memories

of spirits flown too soon

seen or sensed as redbirds

through a frozen window

flashing scarletRead full post »

DECEMBER 24, 2010 5:52PM

Christmas Poem & Wishes

Know you what it is to be a child?

It is to be something very different from the man or woman of today.

It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of baptism;

it is to believe in love, to believe in loveliness,

toRead full post »

DECEMBER 4, 2010 8:32AM

2 sentences on teaching

The process and the gift of teaching remains at its heart  (beyond artifice, legislation and the newest best thing that falls obsolete in 2years) instinctive, and spiritual.

Exceptional teaching is marked by a teacher's unquenchable fire and their fervent belief that they have the power toRead full post »


1)     NOTHING  can prepare you for the intensity of the love you feel for your child.

2)   …nor the fiercely protective instincts on their behalf.  Grrrrr.

3)   Other people’s children are akin to canned peas, while yours are fresRead full post »

NOVEMBER 17, 2010 7:46AM

Morning Ode to Poets


Pour me another

hot cup of your world
so I can sit here awhile
closing my eyes
turning  off my life
ignoring the clock

to listen

(heart wrapped around the heat )
sipping slowly

breathing gratefully


how the words trickle slowly
(warmth washing gladly)

o'Read full post »

NOVEMBER 15, 2010 7:46AM

Addendum: Mom

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 Lily Mae and me. Taken 3 years ago on my back porch.

Joanie and Mime are right. I don't get full blown annoyed that often. Teaching at the secondary level requires the patience of Job. I don't have it, but I've learned to fake it and that worksRead full post »

My random 5 annoyances: (in no particular order)

The math teacher who motors our school in her “Scooter” rounding corners at nearly 60mph. (I’ve seen her speed up to enhance the thrill.) What the hell, Betty? Do you own stock in those things? How many of us able-bodied are you… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 11, 2010 10:24AM



He wore his sweetness

like a mantle

and willingly bore

the kind of thoughtfulness

that comes from being

the man of the house

when your father dies

and you are just ten.


Buster donned a uniform

in the early 1950's

right after his mother

began bringing menRead full post »

NOVEMBER 5, 2010 8:20AM


I see blue and white tile on the corner entrance to a stone building; the tile is European, Delft and carefully crafted. A bell rings and a door closes heavily; I am inside the shop. Beneath my feet a wooden floor creaks announcing every shifted movement over the planks.  I hear eRead full post »

OCTOBER 17, 2010 11:55PM

5 Pumpkins for Kay

There it was: Kay’s porch.  

Annie tried to shake it off.  “Oh C’mon. Really? What now?” she wondered.

For as many times as this kind of thing happened, it was still difficult to describe to other people. Not that she would even attempt to do so in most cases. WRead full post »

OCTOBER 11, 2010 1:10PM


This poem is dedicated to those who make their dreams come true...who defy their limitations...and to those who need to believe in their own power once again. What is stopping US?




Legless – Armless

KNOWS no limits

DARES to dream



FULLY.Read full post »

OCTOBER 4, 2010 2:53AM

From all of these I AM

I am from salt...thrown over your left shoulder-a superstitious blessing.

I am from "the salt of the earth"...and "take it with a grain of" ...trust but verify...SALT.   

I am from fresh brewed Norwegian Egg coffee and Sue Bee Honey...slotted spoons, soup ladles, mesh strainers and graRead full post »

SEPTEMBER 24, 2010 12:27AM

The BS-Free Zone:Trost's OC

1. Lingerie & pajamas. What do you really sleep in?

I sleep in the buff. I may start out sleeping in an oversized flannel gown or my supersoft pink robe, but somewhere in the night I strip down and drift off to oblivion au naturel. Hot flashes might have something to do with it… Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 23, 2010 1:05AM

A Very RANDOM 12 (for HeidiBeth)


 1.     My mother became pregnant on her honeymoon but lost the baby two and a half months later. The next month I came along. The day after I was born, my parents celebrated their first anniversary by walking down to visit me in a hospital nursery. When I was aRead full post »

SEPTEMBER 12, 2010 2:33AM

Big Shoulders and the Dogs of War/Repost

We met on a sidewalk in September, 1968, just outside a movie theater on Green Street in Champaign Illinois. From that second forward we were dear close friends. Mike embodies the best of a Midwesterner's sensibility and approach to life. He’s open, gregarious, shirt-off-his-back generous,Read full post »