The Cool Stuff is street art. I was looking at some street art photography and there were some really spectacular images. Check out art Fido for more.
This image below has to be my favourite so far. Take a look at it; it’s not too hard to figure out. I thought it was cool. I could not find the name of the artist, but it’s from 2013 street art list.
I am making new artwork. I started off with pen drawing and then digital colouring to finish. Hopefully I will make some lino cuts later and print, but that will take me a while to complete. Tell me if you like this style.
Soaking Hearts with the Night – Love Poem
JK.Leahy©
We soaked our heart in the night.
Oblivious to time and weather,
we shared the tea of love.
By the firelight, where winds engulfed our embrace,
mushrooms glowed, transcending our emotions.
And like heart-beat, the fireflies echoed the rhythm.
Long and steady, into the morning light;
letting the moon slip by, and the shadows dissolve.
When we let our words melt into nothingness, our bodies
rushed to the voice of our desires.
My gorgeous niece Marcelle Bucher turned 18 on the 4th of March. I have known Marcelle from birth and she is second daughter of my friends Erue and Daniel Bucher. Marcelle’s mother Erue is Papua New Guinean and father Daniel is Swiss. You could say, Marcelle is a daughter I did not give birth to, but lucky enough to have. She is articulate, intuitive, very clever and creative. She is currently doing International Studies in University of Queensland. She speaks several languages and will conquer the world when she graduates. At 17, she left Australia to travel Europe alone and returned after Christmas. I think she just wanted to ‘sus’ Europe out, just to see if Europe is ready for Marcelle.
On her return, Marcelle wanted a Bahamas party for her 18th with lots of colour and tropical scenes. Everyone wanted leis, but the frangipani season had just ended. As she had wished, we set up her sister Livu’s place to look like a small holiday nook in the Bahamas. A quick drive around Brisbane city with a visit to my own gardens gave us a small bucket-full of frangipani flowers, but just enough for me to make everyone a corsage. The party started to look ‘Pacificky’ – but it was pretty all the same. The reggae music kept it slightly different. And, the birthday lady received a lei.
How do you make a lei? Watch this YouTube video on how to make a flower lei.
Pink Bundle with Price Tag – Poem
Poem – JK.Leahy©
(See verse one in the last post – This is a short story I tried writing in this format)
Pink Bundle with Price Tag
Arms to hold her first baby, folded on her crossed legs.
Suppressed in her expression, wrapped was her excitement.
I remembered Aunt on the phone telling,
“we are going to have a baby” while laughing at her husband.
A young school girl wanted to adopt her unborn baby.
Aunt said, “she would be beautiful like you, lady.”
The gossip; baby’s father was white and the mother was black.
The baby could own loose locks on a melted caramel tan.
My aunt had fought and climbed trees, just like a man
Not to happen, she would bear children like a woman
(To be continued in a book of short stories)
A Pink Bundle with Price Tag is a poem I wrote about an incident that occurred some 20 odd years ago. I was trying to write my exercise in a prose form (for my Creative Writing Workshop), and after much confusion, I had gone down this path with the exercise, so I just went with the flow. With 700 odd words later, I told the whole story in a poem, by accident. I spoke with the workshop facilitator and confused her too, but she has forgiven me, she said. I think it’s because she wants to hear the rest of the story tomorrow. This is the opening of the story and hopefully, it will be part of my collection of poems and short stories book later. I hope you like it.
A Pink Bundle with Price Tag – Poem
JK. Leahy Memoir
The house was low, a brown brick hole with blue shades.
Through the open windows, the inside was newborn stained.
A littered table of copious nappies and toys in rainbow frame.
On a ruffled bed, a small centre-piece, wrapped in a pink bundle.
Outside, my aunt sweats on a hardened dry brown lawn.
Desperate time calls for a monsoon, but none had come.
The sward had suffered Port Moresby’s arid time.
Aunt had waited to have babies, years these many,
that patience had become her virtue and time, her company.
Newest addition to the birds in our care, Bos aka Chief, takes a few minutes in a real tree for a snack. He usually lives in a cage in our lounge. Bos was also learning to climb and eat the bark and leaves from this tender Jacaranda tree. It would be a few more months before he grows those wings to fly away. He was found at the back of our house, searching for its mother three weeks ago. He turned out to be the most well-behave bird we have ever had. And so, he rules the house-hold. His every demand is our command.
We think it is a male bird because he has more ‘scales’ or the yellow speckles on his breast, but generally, scale-breasted lorikeets, males or females, look almost the same. Since his pictures had the perfect colour for St Patrick’s Day, I wanted to post them today. There is some Irish in every one of us. For the Irish that is in me, I celebrated my ancestry with family, close friends and a Guinness or two today.
Happy St Patrick’s Day!
Tok Piksa is a Papua New Guinea Youth Photovoice project. Shot by Mighty Flims, it features young people telling their own stories about life in one of the most beautiful yet underprivileged countries in the world. They know the life and they capture the images to show that life.
Nature photography – Mushrooms
Tribalmystic Stories 