Out and about painting the Blue Ridge Mountains!
Painter: Theresa Rykaczewski
Shown Works
Abandoned General Store — $325
Hamilton Howard House — $250
Loose Chickens — $150
A Little More:
It’s never enough to enjoy the wind.
There must be a harness or chime,
A job with a task that’s measurable.
Otherwise, we’d never understand our line.
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Canned Food:
Removed is a positive thing—
Taken out of, replaced, or tagged unsafe.
Doesn’t matter.
You too can be a contained meat product.
Only difference: no pull tab.
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Labor Strike Prism:
Hands tucked in protest
Neither participating nor lazy
Ignorant tools wouldn’t be so strong.
This is an ideal peaceful protest,
Where a single finger is never raised
the tents of civilization collapse flat.
No longer
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Fzzy Pckts:
There must be too much for leftovers.
Being without saving is a drought.
Pockets jingling like a bird's song,
quiet feeders sway.
Loitering friends turn,
talks form around footprints fossilized in cement.
Full anyway,
family comes into focus.
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Drawing a line with contemporary pens takes time.
Research was incomplete.
Chips are left for next month
or stress-eaten today.
Saving stops,
when clouds no longer hold value.
Leaving the rest needing to wear shoes
Standing jaded.
Scribbling on scrap paper
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Let “It” Outside: First year I’ve killed bugs.
Squish. Neighbors on either side exterminate.
Even friends afraid of spiders judge while thinking less. Again. Squish. Tiny roadkill around our sink—
a detour. But one has to weigh the risk
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Moon’s View: Never saying a word, out of grace, A black-and-white blanket takes its favor— A childhood heirloom, thick, with no lace, Still draped on the same person, in a different place. That’s when light comes to an end— Nothing old, just a friend. https://t.co/kAaSKX6kUB
Time Off:
Trees never ask.
They get sick, then fall—onto your car,
crushing.
You now know the tree isn’t well; you’re not at work.
Odd.
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Old Tools: They are practically everywhere— aged road cones. Not just on cars’ paths, their purpose is unlimited: planted in grocery aisles, sidewalks, holding meetings at the dollar store. Anywhere there is a way, they are in the way— strong motto from cones at the hardware.
Food or Fodder:
Sunshine offers its best hospitality, Pushy bulbs, budding trees, and noisy birds— All coworkers helping prep for tragedy. For when the air changes its mind,
Parchedness and oxidation fool everything by spring
Part Two: Heat of summer
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