i circle my moons

(oil pastels & water colors, 2008)

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leT iT sNoW

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firSt sNoW of tHe seAsoN, faLLinG oN thE grOunD

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WEATHER FORECAST 4 TODAY:

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Low 24F, High 37F

Feels like 32F

Occassional Snow Showers

Wind: Calm

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Pictures taken this morning

eyes 4c

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eyE see witH my Little i deeP iNtO youR windoWs & oPeN dooRs paiNtinG youR souLs all tHe coLors thaT eyeS can be. GReeN mE bLue i LoVe bRown & gRey are You. framed by lashes bLack blonde sasHes cuRLing liKe viNes & rambling rose aRouNd mY heaRt. arouNd inSide like wormS iNsidE appLes. yoUr i'S, theY wHispeR secReTs BeautiFul secrets uRgent seCrets disHeartened secreTs. muTe secRets. eNteR mE. nO neeD to sPeaK. eye sEE yOu through youR EyeS ReflectiNg t.r.u.e.

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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz. poem & collage 2008

melt me

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i want to cuRl up on your pillow. meLt in your mouth...
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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz 2008

hugging earth

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sunday afternoon. he shakes the tree. it rains leaves like hearts on fire like love letters kissing the earth like you made me feel alive. but winter is coming & leaves are dying. soon it will snow again and millions of tiny snowflakes will touch it's lips to the earth instead falling falling on the ground. not shattering, no. just softly gathering like filigree paper angels joined by the hands & layered ad infinitum. fast forward time. look love, they float. they form an ice blanket hugging earth. rewind. we sit on porch steps. i wrap my arms around him from behind. i kiss his neck even if he shivers. sun is warm today & earth is round. and you are never never and so far away…

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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2008. Winter photograph taken by David Calitz. Autumn photograph, self portrait & photo edits, MJ Calitz 2008.

soul wings

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i am daRk i am light
i'm mood swings & soul wings
i hurt & i smile i curse & i kiss
i ache i heal i fall i gEt up
i cry like a child i giggle (i do!)
i forGive
i grow like a weed, like a herb
i survive
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i am sweet i'm annoying
i'm stubborn i'm a pleaser
i'm an angel i'm nOt an angel
i'm restless i am free
i sulk i complain
i give thaNks i give joy
i want it (& i want in now)
i aSk questions
i get fRustrated i get answers
i get surprises
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i'm a rose in your nose
the thorn in your side
i doN't leave easily
i'm noT easy to leave
i feel too much
you cry, i cry
you shout, i shrivel
your anger iSn't mine
there's a time bomb in my head
peaCe in my soul
i talk too damn much
i don't say enough words
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i write poetry i aM poetry
i'm the words & the meanings,
the rhythm & the rhyme
i make aRt i am art maDe by god
i'm yellow paint on your fingers,
blood red on your heart
i'm a sTar i hitch rides on stars
i send kisses near & far
i need love (lots of it…
loVe me See me…)
i collect love like stamps
i make love i radiate love
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i'm fLawed i am perfect
i'm scared i am brave
i am sillY i am selfish
i'm sexy & such a bore
i'm a warrior & a peacemaker,
a prude & a whore
i'm wise i'm childish
i'm pRetty i'm a foOl
i'm a dreamer, a steamer,
a drama mama queener
i'm too loud i'm too small
i'm ugly and bEautiful
i'm naughty i'm a flirt
i'm critical & oh so sensible
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i grew up in a boX
there iS no box
i'm a prisoner of this body
my soul fLy free
i'm like you
i am different i am Me
i am particles of you
i Am god &godess
i'm so very human
i am mE
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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz 2008. photo edit 2008.

to be a bird

(collage 2008)

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we are who we are

& "perfect" isn't the point

LIVING life is.
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EXPERIENCE everything

CREATE, even if you think it's silly

LOVE, even if you're scared

be you. be happy

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...and in the words of Armand in the movie CHOCOLAT, "don't worry so much about supposed too's"

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conversation

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your skin

is what i missed

before i met you
& for you,

my fingernails

are your skin

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so maybe we have a private language
that i haven't understood before now

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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2008

in the city

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Chicago, Illinois

(i took these pictures from inside the car while we drove through the city)

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betWeen the eyeLashes

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e.n.e.r.g.y.
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in the sPaCe
betWeen the spaces
in the tiMe
between the times
that's wHere we send
our ecstacy, teaRs
& lies
that's where we meeT
soul kiSsing soul
poet
echoing pOet
in the song of lifE
that's wheRe we dance
slow & deep
that's where lovers plaY
teAsing chance
but soMetimes
aLL we leave beHind is
loNging & tEars
longing…
& teaRs
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i aM the universe &
she is you & me and everything we see
wE are her voiCe
so miNd what you sAy
what you thinK wHat you do

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heaL us
doN't hurt

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i left too many tears...

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i am too deep, stuck upside down inside this wound rooted only to the earth by my stubborn feet kicking you away like a silly dream. i hang from your fingertips your arms stretching over the top of the step ladder reaching for me through the camera lens. erased. no grip. you slide away & every time i start to heal i pick at the scabs. i bleed. i dig deeper. my fingers weep. but how deep is deep enough? & why does it feel so shallow if i'm drowning while i try to balance on an eyelash waiting for you to say something…
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waiting
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waiting
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but your lips seem to be sown together with the silence of a million hour hands ticking by…
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i slide
which side is up or down?

no grip
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i don't feel like this anymore. it's juSt a poem now and yet it's e.n.e.r.g.y too. energy felt by others and mirrored back in poetic tears...longing & tears. no more. don't hurt.

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let'S heal the world with loVe

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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz. collages 2008

quoting evan

i have two quotes for you today. it's from the movie "the upside of anger." the story is about a woman and her daughters coping with the disappearance of the dad. evan rachel woods' character makes a documentary about love in the movie and she says two things that stuck with me for a few days...

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"people don't know how to love. they bite rather than kiss. they slap rather than stroke"

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"the truth is at best a partially told story"

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painting daisies

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time has imprinted my eye with a million daisy petals plucked from your heart with hope growing roots in my feet, then leaving, then growing & fairy wings stretching, stretching me…pluck no more. i am tired of searching. tired of heartbreak.
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thiS is the picture i have painted…
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i am the painter
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then tell me, why does a white canvas intimidate me so?
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nO. doN't. say a word. i know the answer

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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2008. pictures taken & edited, 2008.

burst the bubble

(collage 2008)

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not a duck

(collage & edit, 2008)

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this morning i wondered...where did this painting come from? hmmm...maybe because i had a recent conversation with someone about the wiccan religion and a children's song that got stuck in my head called "eendjies, eendjies" (ducklings ducklings)...the song is about ducks walking in a row to the pond...one two three four/left right left right/very tame/no questions asked. i always pretended to be a duck to maintain the status quo...

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i call this photo "sometimes i swim upstream"

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quote of the day:

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"all i need is inside me"

- sinead o'connor. song: "i feel so different" -

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this music...sinead. album: "i do not want what i haven't got," tori amos: "little earthquakes," U2: "achtung baby"...it reminds me of my student years, more specifically graduation year, when i started to learn that

i don't have to walk in the row...

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vulnerable & centered

(apologies to those who read my blog via e-mail. i had to edit this one quite a few times...alignment and images that didn't want to be enlarged so it could be read, etc. sorry! & thank you SO much for reading...) i'm going in for surgery tomorrow and will take some time off to recover. in the mean time, have this…aLL of this

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technically this photograph is a flop, but i love it. i love that the sunset paints the ocean a soft golden hue. i love the silhouettes. but mostly i love the rainbow umbrella. beauty is in the eye of the beholder, yes? maybe it doesn't have to be so perfect always...maybe sometimes it can be a little dark or a little saturated…

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One of my creative muses, helenina, said this recently:
"…When we dare give birth to something and put it out there. make it real. Give it life. face it. we cannot protect it anymore. it's no longer a secret. No longer inside. You feel so weak then…"

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…i feel vulnerable some days when i share very personal things about myself, being so honest…naked. open for criticism. & it's not a secret anymore. i cannot pretend that it didn't happen. but i force myself to do this as much as possible because it keeps me authentic. and maybe through my vulnerability i give something back to the world…something you can relate to or something that helps you make more sense of your world…

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so, here is my vulnerability for today…i've been feeling a little out of sorts lately…just generally unbalanced and tired & not always liking myself. i attribute this to all that sensory overload on the road trip, being out of routine & sharing space (sometimes uncomfortably small spaces) with others for such a long time, the bleeding and side effects of medication. & loosing a friend…all this seems overwhelming to me at times specially coupled with my feelings of not enoughness sprouting & growing during this time.

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I kept a journal on the trip which helped me to unload on days when I needed it the most, burn some creative energy and have fun. Here is an extract about not liking myself on that specific day…I am not sharing this for the negative value of it, but so you'll understand at least some of my mindset before you read the rest…

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The next extract is me connecting threads in my head…asking questions, being brutally and sometimes embarrassingly honest, finding my own answers (sometimes) and just trying to make sense of too many thoughts flowing together. It's about concepts such as selfish vs. centered, dreamer vs. reality, fears & loving yourself. Yes, it's long-ish (one page) and very personal, but I will take a chance here and share it with you because maybe it makes something fall into place for you if you have similar questions. Something i did not discuss here but that made me think about "our children" was a conversation i had with my sister in law about the children becoming more emphatic on much deeper levels than we are and in fact their generation is being called things like "indigo kids", but who will help them make sense of these emotions if we are too busy trying to look so politically & morally correct?

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Click on this link to read:

http://picasaweb.google.com/SmileGRL34/WRapYOurLeGsARouNdTHis?authkey=cULIu9kP0MY#5259664811861487458

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so i made this picture with my imperfect beach photograph...

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i embrace my imperfection
it is okay to be me
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even if i am sometimes not my sunny side
even if i am loved differently than what i expected
i will always be me
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and that is okay
it is enough
it is what it should be
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i'm learning that there really is no prince charming on a white horse that's going to come save me (not just from my marriage, but from my life). i'm trying to be more present in my life right now. give it a chance. not just pack up and go find greener grass because i think i'm supposed to be loved differently. no. my life isn't that bad. it's just not what i expected it to be. and maybe i need to put on different glasses and re-evaluate things...

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i am loved by my husband and he is very much my safety net on more levels than one

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yesterday i read an article on the internet from redbook magazine, "8 things no one tells you about marriage" here's a link: http://www.redbookmag.com/love-sex/advice/no-one-tells-marriage?ha=1 this part made me think:

"...once you let go of all the hokey stories of eternal bliss, you find that the reality of marriage is far richer and more rewarding than you ever could have guessed. Hard, yes. Frustrating, yes. But full of its own powerful, quiet enchantments just the same, and that's better than any fairy tale..."

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i will leave you on this note and share again in a few days. be well & be loved

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(C) MJ Calitz. pictures taken & edited 2008

be glad...

(oil pastels & water colors, 2008)

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this is all

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this is all there is left

2 pages of words

& some images burnt into my mind

you chose to fly away...

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my heart bleeds a bird frozen in vain

while time ticks away

i could choose to stay here

but i grow trees from my brain

file everything under "life"

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this is all there is

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& i am done with it

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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2008

(pictures: text, layering & editing & dualbrush pen, 2008)

in transito

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sometimes i am proud, afraid and in pain
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but mostly i am in transito
from fear to love
from pride to grace
from pain to peace
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and sometimes,
for a moment,
i arrive
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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2008. picture taken & edited 2008

i will not be fear

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like poetry rolling from her tongue she licks imaginary envelopes & stamps while she doesn't sleep sending words of sorrow into the universe. heart is breaking throat is aching echoing the sound of each word he does noT write and the deafening silence in between. too loud. too long. two souls ripped apart by…wHat? fear? isn't it aLways fear that constantly threatens to rip things apart…no. NO. not thiNgs. heaRts. his heart. my heart. her heart. our hearts are brOken by the tragedy of liFe and we are only finger puppets reading the lines because we do not daRe to be different do not dare to loVe withouT fear. broKen. the world is siCk & cRuel. but i wiLL not do aNything lying down anymore. i will nOt be tears. i will not bE fear.

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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2008. pictures taken & edited 2008

balance it out

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he says it's because i'm weak

she says it's because i'm strong

they both say it's because i'm too nice

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find the balance...

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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2008

(painting oilpastels & water colors, photo edited 2008)

holy guacamole

• new favorite movie: martian child
• i painted my kitchen & living room guacamole green

• yesterday i fell off my bicycle going uP a hill. (apparently the bike was in 7th gear...wHot?!?!? i didn't even kNow my bike hAd 7 gears. but more impoRtaNtly, hoW did it geT there?)

shine

('girl in the rain' drawing 1995, photo edit 2008)
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sun is shining outside
shiver this girl inside my tears
lift her head to the sun
& shine shine shine
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time will eventually eat your silence
one day @ a time
& i
am fine

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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2008

antique

(picture taken 2008)

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old things shine different in antique malls like bleached white cotton dresses embroidered with proud faded flower glass bottles frosted by time cracked dolls in sunday clothes & frayed hair unpolished silver spoons shiny plastic micky mouse floppy eared books filled with old stories stacked in old leather suitcases that travelled far glass cabinets filled with grandmother jewelry kitchen tables smoothed by generations of chipped flowery china. they think it's trash. i love it all. these old things, they tell stories of lives lived inside the clock of time itself freezing yesterdays in the little things. things we use will one day be sold in antique malls…
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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2008

fully me

(photograph of flower summer 2008, edited today)

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old demons temporarily came to visit last night…and haunted me for a while. but then i remembered that i’ve already caught them, bottled them and corked them. and i felt sad recognizing steps already learned, but not remembered. and i felt proud of what i’ve done and how far i’ve come
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today i thank god for blessing me each day with angel kisses full of gentle healing and soul reminders. and though i do not like everything that i have created through the years, i bless them all and i recognize their place at my table, everything that i have done and everyone that has touched my life, even those from who i wanted to run. today i celebrate all of me centered, creative & strong

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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2006

perspective

(picture taken 2008)

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if something becomes too big, or blocks out your sun...just change the angle.

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we choose our own realities, how much power we give to others and our reactions when our expectations aren't met. we send negative (or positive) energy back into the universe. we make new choices (or the same ones, if we haven't learnt our lessons yet).

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choosing your own reality is what life is all about. sometimes we fall or we get cut. action...reaction. & choice...like getting up & moving on. yes, you can.

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learn. grow. live

& be loved
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paste a flower on my smile

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i could give this to you all pretty and delicate...like a wish or a butterfly wing...like it all started...

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OR i could give it to you raw and distorted...like it ended, bleeding all over my fingers. have you ever drawn pictures with crayons or oil pastels, pushing them too hard on the paper so that they break between your fingers and smear all over the page?
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black hoLes ate your woRds like paCman running ever shriNking circles in white bOxes staring back at you staring back at mE & i thought it was me…but it nEver was. then, words cut like raZors dipped in lieS poisoning my soul. i bLeed tears. paSte a fLower on my face. i feeL cut open cut uP cut off. "leSs fun," you say. hoW? did it get so uGLy sO fast… how many shoWers does it take to feeL cleaN again? and how many tiMes does a heart have to bReak to learn? from the saMe mistake
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…but didn't you knOw? broken doLLs can smile too. laugh even. noT because they want to, but because they caN. [faKe it work it cry iNside] and she woN't be smashed trashed inside your wine dreNched breath or shot into your veins eVer again if you cUt her heart out with your knife sTill in her back or your fEar of being trapped or your eX-girlfriend eating your heart for a snaCk. because she reFuses to die agaiN. and she wouLdn't wanna be "less fUn"…
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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2008

mannequin me

on my trip i started a love affair with mannequins...my camera loves them! found this one on Route 66. i call her
"sexy nurse"

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(pic taken Sept 2008)

paint me butterflies

(collage, 2008)

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it's 2h25 am. this day was like a magic paintbrush that never stopped, coloring pages with creative energy spilling over after too many days of no "painting" & finally a day to spill over in...

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i painted with poems cemented into photographs of doors & butterflies hanging on ribbons pinned to paper

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stringed

(oil pastels & water colors, 2008)

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red balloon i send my heaRt to you with stringed kisses stringed cheese stringed thoughts meLting into lips dripping i driNk you like ice tea sand castles blowing sand over my i. eyes blinking sLow. some days the ice even melts & i wonder wHy i wanted to fly. sun is warm. then he trips me aGain. & again. then he loves me daisy petals fLying…he loves me he loves me not yoU love me you love me nOt. how could you? when i'm so here sO uNlovable some days someone else's days. not me. me. aLways me. what else can i do than live in the moment…and sTill i fly…to you. how could i noT? trains & cheese & songs playing in my head. i take pictures for you i write books for you i drink you like thiRsty tea and soFt pillows. sand castles blowing sand in my i…

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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2008

i'm baCK!

(picture taken at the beach in San Francisco, 2008)

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hello everyone!

i 'm back from my trip and home alone again...yay!

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wow, what a trip! i saw...the mall of america in minneapolis, mount rushmore, yellowstone, the badlands, the mojave desert (including great basin), san francisco (including alcatraz and the golden gate bridge), LA, hollywood (walk of fame), universal studios, famous beaches like venice's muscle beach, santa monica pier & malibu, back to the desert, through joshua tree, death valley (so hOt!) and the bright lights of las vegas, route 66, the grand canyon and monument valley...we drove through 16 states! don't even ask me how many miles. i took a million pictures too. this one is probably my moSt favorite and yes, that is my handwriting and those are my footprints in the sand...

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it's good to be back...

to all who visit here...

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tHis bloG will nOt bE uPdaTed for tHe neXt 6 weeKs

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i'm entertaining guests form south africa & going on a cross country trip all the way to california and back including such beautiful places as the grand canyon and las vegas. hopefully i'll take lots of stunning pictures and share them with you when i get back.

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iN tHe meaN tiMe, pLeasE feeL fRee to viSit thiS spAce as oFten as yOu waNt and i'll sEe yoU wHen i seE YOu...

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mj
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life's too short

(oil pastels & water colors, 2008)

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i'm falling falling into your heart like a little star finding home...

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watch this movie: garden state

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new songs in my ear:

bright eyes - first day of my life

regina spector - samson / fidelity / better

damien rice - the blower's daughter

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fragile

(oil pastels & water colors, 2008)

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scab

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we run. separately
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but. every time i hit a milestone. or you hit one. i remember. i remember darkness in the room. i remember dolls & pretty dresses. i remember your clammy fingers. everywhere. shame is a planet far from here. and i am a fairy princess living there. i am not from this world. nor will i ever be. i fly. pie! pie! the king says, bake me a cherry pie with baby cherries. fresh & sweet. sing me a song. weep me a garden. only pink flowers grow there. snow white sheep nuzzle my cheek. i hug them deep. soft & safe. you will never reach me here. i nap under shady trees. i sing
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why?
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why? does it sometimes feel like i'm picking a scab that's already healed. why does it bleed?
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so you're walking down the aisle again
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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2008

you. i breathe

(poem & dual brush pens, 2008)

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i bReathe the uNcut flowers grOwing in your soul. grow groW she whiSpers drEams. coMe fill my ear. i drink you tHirsty with grins gRowing roots in laUghing wrinkles kiSsed my eyes. your whiMsical heaRt is fertile ground is bEautifully siLLy jokes is sWeet warm tea nourishing my fAiry berry dreams liFting me up up uP. i aM the sUn. sunrays nO greys. just yelloW blooms filling my nose kiSsing both iLashes with petalled fiNger aFternoons. tea? 4for 2two. pOpcorn & winged cocoons. yOu pull me iN you sPin me deep stuCk in favorite cookie trees. leaves rustle my kNees. you plaNt me like an uN cut fLower. yoU. i breathe

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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2008

not an oil painting

(photo edit with water colors in background, 2008)

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he's not an oil painting
my mother would say
of men who didn't look
like pretty boys
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i've had oil paintings before
but they just don't fit me
because i guess i'm
a crayon kind of girl
who likes
to get her hands dirty
every so once in a while

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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2008

sTar

(water colors, oil pastels & ink, 2008)

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visited

(photo taken & edited, 2008)

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i sensed rather than saw there in the corner a dark angel hanging upside down from the ceiling of my room tea stained wings folded like a cocoon silent screams piercing my soul with electric guitars screeching within eyes the color of ice water stabbing searching my soul. for what? did they think me a threat. little me? why? i could barely fathom the magnitude the expanse of the surface skimmed unconnected morsels weaved inside a web of too much. & for a minute half awake i cringed my fear swallowing me in a sea of hell inside my heart beating like an injured bird inside my hand. & for a second i believed it was real. i saw you too. you felt it in your dreams.
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and to this day, angel of death or angel of truth or just a half dreamt up vision going "poof." i still don't know. but this i do. after that winter i wasn't so scared anymore

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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2008

i am a flower too

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when he was just a boy, he thought...

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i think that's sweet

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because i wasn't always the pretty flower...

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but i chose to grow roots

& i'm blooming lovely now
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(painting: mj, oilpastels & watercolors, 2008

photograph: me, age 8, i think

card: "blooming lovely" b. downes)

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the official "just because i care spur of the moment" card that i could frame from the best roommate ever! (we didn't plan this) love you babe! Stellenbosch, 1996
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thaNk yOu So mucH (!) for aLL the heaRtfelt wisHes & pReseNts 4 my BiRtHdaY, yeSterDay. y'all R 2 sPeciAL 2 me
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