I started posting my recordings with INCONSEQUENTIAL TOOLS because it was the most recent one.  I decided to go back to the beginning of my recordings in 2017 and pull one from the past, RELIQUARY. The idea is to alternate a recent one and an old one.

Reliquary (1)

I have a memory of my grandmother stopping me from walking out into traffic on a rural highway when we were visiting family in my childhood.  We were going to visit my grandmother's sister known as Big Sister on her farm in Delta, Louisiana.  My grandmother was known as Sister.  I believe that Big Sister was Uncle B's second wife from the Moody family.  Maybe his first Moody sister died in childbirth.  My mom was called Little Sister in keeping with the family linage.  This poem is about that.  Uncle B farmed from his bed with the window open so he could talk to his crew.

Cousins

The poem describes my experience of traveling through southern Wyoming.  Where were the Buffalo? I started a large painting of Bison Bison before the new Ken Burns documentary on the American Buffalo came out.  The story had me crying.  I am attached to this story.

BISON BISON

I was on a walk and listening to some old recordings.  When I heard this one I thought it need to be included....

Picking Figs

This was written in 2018.  Whenever I listen to it i enjoy some of the lines.  The day has a lot it has to tell me.

Daylight Salt 4

A friend sent me a copy of Dylan Thomas reciting some of his poetry.  I was taken with a poem that described events of his childhood.  It gave me the idea of writing a poem about memories of my childhood.  "Cobbler Knowledge" is the result.

Cobbler Knowledge

I am a gardener. It is easy to become enveloped in the sensory experience.  Somehow this is a love poem, too.  Not sure exactly how I know this.  But the sensual nature of smells and touch would be most likely explanation.

The artwork is from a series of paintings I did 15 years ago? maybe longer....

In The Shadow Of The Roses

The idea that the creatures living under the water see what's out here as another dimension, like the cosmos to me.

Touching The Sky

Lightening is one of nature's art forms...

Andrew Cary Young