Please listen to the Dear John Show at this link below:
My poem titled, Beams of Joy, will be read by Nina Thilo on this program towards the end of this broadcast. Enjoy these various readings as the year comes to an end.
To have my poem read by another poet is to me a wonderful feeling of accomplishing what I set out to do–convey a message through my writing; however, some poets find it hard to turn over their poems to another to be read out loud to an audience. What are your thoughts on this? Fellow poets and poetesses drop me a line on your view on the subject.
A tender Love poem that creates a painting of emotions with the words in a perfect structure without being too graphic in nature.
Join me for a paint session in December at the Kerr Farm Paint Studio in Springfield, Ohio. You can schedule your holiday session at this link :
Life of a Girl in 2018~
She said, “long live chocolate, vodka, and Heroin.”
As she pulled the blankets over her head.
She only sought the darkness and warmth
Within this enveloping cave
Of close rapture,
And then her mind went on…
“I hope you’re thinking about me.”
She touched her hair,
“Why do we close our eyes when we
I do this when I kiss you,
The most beautiful things in my life
Are felt inside my heart not seen.
I watched the white roses die
That you brought me
Littering my window sill with them
Dried, brown petals.
We were naughty together
Two days ago,
Sleeping in your parents’ room
Sharing a cold bottle of Gin,
We found in their kitchen
Mixing it with jarred cherries
And ice-cold Sprite,
Bodies to our close friends,
I see nothing better // I keep him forever,
Plays over and over,
It is printed inside my head,
The smell of sulfur
Penetrating my senses,
As the Disneyland Princesses
Dance to the musical notes,
so, I’m still at that confusing stage,
I can’t wait to go home. –J. E. Cook ©2018
When the worship hour
Comes upon a being of Earth,
Where do they look for guidance and
Extreme measures in solution?
Maybe, they turn to the Buddhist
Practices in mantras and mandalas
Or a nun’s string of prayer beads,
Or a more natural experience
From the lands,
In Native American practices
where cultures identify with nature
And they hear the beat of the
Makes their spaces
Opening their minds
To the systematic
Solutions buried inside them. –J. E. Cook (C) 2018
The studio is at 2770 Shrine Road, Springfield, Ohio 45502 where we hold Private events, scheduled workshops, and offer artistic services including mixed media artworks.
This spring we are working on some brand new projects. Here is a preview:
The third box is in progress right now, stay tuned for it!
We offer personal private art lessons along with a special this spring of either a Best Friends Art Session that is for our best buddies that want to hang out and enjoy their creativity together for 60.00 or a Mother’s Day paint session with your mom up until the holiday for the same low price. This includes a 16 by 20 stretched canvas and up to two hours of studio time with tailored professional instruction and creative fun where we supply the paints, brushes, and everything needed to complete your canvas during this personal session. Schedule soon because this offer is limited. Pay half of your fees upfront to hold your spot in the studio. This deposit is required for scheduling this private instruction together.
We are featuring this created image called Rainbow Bloom as a class for Spring. There will be more images added soon to pick from and there are also several examples posted on the Kerr Farm Facebook page to design a class around for your private lesson or any unique session including special events, our Kids Camps, and other fundraisers. Of course, rates will be different depending on the type of class and the number of people attending each session. We provide individual quotes for all events including private Birthday parties at our studio via private messaging located on the Kerr Farm’s Facebook page.
It’s a Jungle in Here by K. Wilde
I requested a children’s book to review from BookCrash because I know a good book can change my mood or in this case, the mood of my young audience as I read it to them.
The publisher provided me with a copy to review. The author is Kristie Wilde and she has an intensive background in creating artwork for print publications.
I must say the cover is intriguing and well-designed. The cuteness draws me to open it. The author not only writes this story, she illustrates the pages with depth, perception, and clarity. There is a spiritual feeling conveyed from presentation inside the soft-covered book for children. As one reads it to a small child, this feeling comes forth and provides an upbeat overall mood.
The small volume makes a unique treasure for preschool age tots. I know my grandchildren will enjoy it with all of these colorful pages showing them what a jungle life is to our world. I gathered the background of this author through her detailed artwork on each page. She has a wonderful gift of colorful talent. This particular publication is one in a series titled, Joyful Creation Series: Made For a Purpose, So Great a Love. Not a long story in length; however, perfect for reading to a small child in the developing stages of comprehension. We all could agree, that most toddler-age children don’t sit still for very long, and this book is just long enough to engage them. The beauty of the images with rendered backgrounds will keep them interested as the story unfolds before their eyes. I believe all children notice images of animals with an increased attention just as they do when they see them in person. They are drawn to them and this author draws them into her story with these included images brought forth with her own creative talents and her keen eye for details.
Her theme is celebrating the differences and uniqueness of our world. A jungle-type life is filled with all types of living creatures in various sizes, colors, and individual shapes. This world that we live in is also filled with diverse beings with individual behaviors and body images.
It has a glossary that adds to the value of this book with more colorful images of each species along with the individual characteristics.
This author is the owner of Wilde Art and Wilde Art Press. Watercolor seems to be her medium of choice as she crafts her images for these beautiful books. Her realistic images inside this volume are conveying the life of the animal in the habitat they occupy.
Take a Look at Kristie’s websites: Wilde-art.com, Wildeartpress.com, or Contact her at:
Publisher: Wilde Art
J. E. Cook has published poetry with the Antioch Voice, Z Publishing, and at People-are-amazing.com. She participates in poetry readings at local coffee shops and often is a wordsmith when editing poetry along with being an art instructor & artist, a photographer with a driving passion for natural images with creativity incorporated, a web-based graphic creator, and a freelance editor. She’s an avid reader/writer that is prone to take off with her camera in hand on wild adventures in the woods and to follow her imagination to the sea.
She enjoys all forms of writing, specifically poetry, as she strives to finish one of her fiction creations in the form of a novella. Her creative influences include Vincent van Gogh, Georgia O’Keeffe, Margaret Keane, William Blake, Eudora Welty, Rachel Carson, Arthur Rimbaud, Mary Oliver, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Donna Tartt, and Robert Frost.
Her love for summer keeps her outdoors when possible during this season. She hopes to one day pursue her dream of writing full time. Her work is available online and in print. You can view her written work, author reviews, and her photography at this web location https://josiecook48.wordpress.com.
Our day painting in pictures:
To be told that your lover is gone,
As gently as one can be told
That your lover, the man you wanted
Planned to spend the rest of your life
That man is no longer among the
He disappeared like
The white feathery pins of a dandelion
In the wind,
Drifting off to another place,
Gone back to the earth’s soil,
To become something else,
Strolling through the wild vines
With another widow,
Feeling like the hay chafe
Left behind by the grazing herd,
She feels something lingering
Like his fingers touching her
Intimate places hid from the world,
Or him watching for her
Among the forest leaves and withering pines,
As the stars of our universe
Sparkle and shine,
The wind like his warm breath,
He could be alive somewhere waiting,
Or watching the slippery stones of moss
In the flowing crystal streams,
Her female soul wants to run
For the moors,
To be together wild and free,
Because the living has no answers
Will he watch her undress now?
She hopes her memory does not
Grow vague of him,
Like a dusty forgotten canvas,
The artist has gone
Leaving it behind,
Unfinished was their love,
She desires to dissolve gradually
Free to let go,
Becoming one of those
Vacant houses standing still
After the harvest,
With no heat or lights,
She remembers the blossoms
Of their secret garden,
Thriving all summer long,
Nourishing them daily,
Those river roses of pinks and reds,
Past their peak
No mark left behind
To shake the memories again. –J. E. Cook ©2018
Rain cometh upon Our Journey
Raining in the night,
Leaves on the ground,
Flashes of light,
Wrens to the South,
Maybe, the Gulf of Mexico,
Rain still falling,
Covering a valley in mists of it,
Fog filling in among the weaving
The river filling,
Weight of raindrops pulling,
Autumn leaves losing color,
Large puddles forming
In wet fields of mud and swampy debris,
Pathways are murky and slick,
Still, the water comes down
As yellow headlights swallow up
With faith in the plan,
We continue this journey
Faith in the course of it,
Swimming on among the sea
Cascades of water cover the
Dirt roads and the saturated lands
Are minutes from flooding
The valley ahead,
But, we go on,
It’s too dark to
We need to be HOME. —J. E. Cook ©2018
To look out the window
Filled with continued longing,
Eyes seeking the ground
Towards the flowing river
With the extending trees on fire
With the high colors
Of the crisp autumn season,
Who’s soul dances among
Those brittle leaves
Covering the moist ground?
To be a wisp of a girl again
Walking around the gathering, wet
Stones in the swift stream,
Dancing among the tall, magnificent
White birches in the back fields,
Staying along the river
To return home
After an afternoon spent in the warm beams
Of sunlight breaking through. –J. E. Cook ©2018