Tuesday, November 11, 2014

My Absence

Hello all. If you are wondering where I am thins month. I am doing Nanowrimo. Determined to get through!

See you soon.

Audrey

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

A Soprano Practices



Breathe
hum
notes will follow
timbre
vibration
support
mask

air speed
narrow through passagio
bite into tone
headier

go for headier
core in the sound
legato, LeGato, LEGATO
vibrato
italian, french, german
translate text

emote
connect
find the high B flat

so exposed

dig down deep in the body

go, you can do this

Argg

too wide

try again
and again
and again


I sing and teach classical music. I am a big lyric Soprano--bordering on spinto--this is what practicing is like for me--about an hour and a half a day, most every day--

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014.  Posted for dVerse.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Finding Home




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John Higson
Point of Ayre
March of memorials swimming in movement, Oakland, CA




i wonder sometimes
when i see fish fly past 
on thermal currents,
blue on green,

if i could find my way home
the way they seem to,
always headed
back to the water
as though
it called to them
in some secret language 
that only they understand.

i seem to lack 
the instinct
to find my way home
unless i write
and even then
i arrive home
by happenstance,

turning down
roads unexpected,
winding
down gutters
with the rain
watching sticks 
float by
wondering
if all sticks make their way
or just a chosen few.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

Sunday, September 28, 2014

The Departing





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Frank Vincentz
Umspannhaus in Engelsburg, Remscheid-Lennep





we hide ourselves in the collective
 the unconscious
moving 
past my photographed images
of what life could have been

had i waited 

to hold your face to the sun

but you tendered that which must be
 to the sun
before I could stop you 

moistening the lips
of the lilies 

sweeting 

forgetting my lust at your lapping 

and my tears when you left.




copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014



Inspired by The Secret Life of Bees: Thank you Susie


“It was the oldest sound there was. Souls flying away.”



Posted for for Real Toads



Friday, September 26, 2014

The Catfish Eye







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Satsuuma, Louisiana Pastel


she walks with gnarled toes
feeling eels slither
through mud
made of fog.

there, a tiny fraction, 
light's division,
vibrating prisms 
on water's edge, she pauses,

the catfish eye
seeking hers 
its tale of sorrow
bouyant in the sand.

fingers reach
stroking whiskers, she reads
its colors in the water
fading

change is here
it says
as the light shifts
and her toes grow roots.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014 posted for Real Toads and dVerse OLN




Tuesday, September 23, 2014

The Colors of the Stars


Practicing Make-Believe


i  walked alone in the night
the princess of snow
my toes finding purchase
in hummus staked by the moon.

i walked alone in the night
until the stars 
crested and fell
each telling me its story
of unexplained light
as it descended

and i learned to listen
to the colors of their light
as each cried 

in its ferocity.





copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014

posted for dverse

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

A Discriminating Palate



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Luis Ruiz Berti





the snails took the long way home that morning,
leaving their trail of slime behind them,
marking territory.

leaves glistened in the sun.
trails crisscrossed like so many overpasses,
an epicurean guide to the gourmet ghetto.

i would have thought basil too strong--
too pungent a stew 
for moist snail mouths,
especially when gone to seed,
white flowers dancing on stalks in the gray wind.

but snails know delight when they taste it,
and whoever said that they lack a discriminating palate.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014