DC Artists
Two of my friends from Washington D.C. are artists I admire - Pam and Dean Blehert.
Pam is a fine artist and a poet and Dean is a poet, and they are both Scientologists.
Pam has a blog called Waterbug where she shares her thoughts as a Scientologist and a blog about art and another about writing.
I like the fact that she shares the skill she has. For example on her website she posts free art lessons.
She is an active member of the Church of Scientology of Washington D.C. (also known as the Founding Church of Scientology of Washington D.C. This is the Church where L. Ron Hubbard had his headquarters for much of the 1950s and where he held the position of Executive Director.)
Cat rhymes with fat
and pat, so of course
I must try to pat
our fat cat, but usually
she won’t let me do that
(She’s a bit of a brat),
nor will she sit with me
where I’m sitting, preferring to curl up
in the warmth of where I sat –
and, returning, must be careful
not to sit again, crushing her flat
as a furry doormat.
Mostly cat rhymes with at,
which is always where she is,
being a specialist in places,
making them hers, making them places
(so many places I hadn’t thought of as places
until they were where she was at).
Really she should be a Quat,
not a cat, for the soft qu leading into the sharp at
expresses her phonically, while Q (plump rear
with a tail to one side) expresses her visually,
what I see of her as she settles on my chest,
facing away, the non-word, Quat, starting
(as the cat does, usually) by going away.
When I play with the cat, tempting her
to attack a feather, she won’t let me stop.
I tell her, GOOD cat! You’ve GOT it! You’ve won!
(She isn’t fooled, wants more.)
Next time I’ll respond with the following palindrome
(which, like the cat, comes by going):
Won at attack, cat. Ta ta now…
Dean
