Arrangement in Grey and Black Nº 1 by Tony Dawson

(For fans of great art and Tony Dawson, we have something for you!-The Eds,)

This canvas of an old lady in profile

was painted in London in about 1871

and became one of the most famous

American portraits of modern times.

The artist, described as larger than life,

pursued the poetry of sight while his

contemporaries, Manet and Monet,

devoted their energies to capturing light.

The portrait of Anna only came into being

because the young girl who had been posing

for a lucrative society portrait ran away.

The austere nature of the canvas, depicting

an old woman in Puritan bonnet and dress,

the minimalist background of a Chelsea

studio with no colours other than black,

white, and grey did not impress the critics.

Probably because Victorian taste preferred

riots of colour, one went so far as to say

it wasn’t a picture. I doubt Whistler’s Mother,

as the panting is generally known, would have

agreed as she rested her feet on her stool.

Tony Dawson, 19 May 2026

(Header images is of the poet)

Bare Tree Woman by Diane Webster

(Today we welcome Diane Webster, a poet you will seeing more of on this site in the future, as in this Thursday!-LA )

On the lake’s shore

the bare tree looks like

a naked woman — her hair

tangles around her head

as wind shifts east to north,

back again in circling

rage of imprecise journey.

Her arms flail

dance moves forgotten

after execution, after elbows

jab the wind for space.

Diane Webster

Ocean Haiku by Joshua St. Claire

storm rising wavelengths of white ibis 

pulsar the tern’s wings in the Atlantic sun 

zarzaparilla 
brown pelicans trace 
the Folium of Descartes 

where the waves are the end of the beginning 

neither shadow 
nor reflection 
sanderlings 

my best days behind me the waves of the Atlantic 

her wings 
a laughing gull spreads 
the stratocumulus sky 

sea dune 
pennywort stolons stitching together 
the earth 

a quarter moon in the seaspray lavender dusk 

starstrand 
the new vowels 
the Atlantic teaches me

Joshua St. Claire

Tree Haiku by Joshua St. Claire

deep spring 
the elm chooses 
the crow 

pineshadow 
over the chicory field 
mackerel clouds 

storm-broken hemlock 
the lanternfly’s proboscis deeper 
into the blood 

spruce in cone 
the lengthening blueness 
of its shadow  

white clover 
expanding to the forest’s edge 
crowcaw 

maple leaves 
skittering across asphalt 
autumn’s voice  

a yellow oak leaf 
flittering into the cold 
last monarch 

quidnuncs 
the starlings light 
on a bare hickory 

the mountain ends the forest ends winter rain 

winter stream 
a birch tree falls 
into another self 

ice-glazed pine 
those years 
I held myself in stasis 

a single sycamore 
in the center of the woods 
first lightning  

Joshua St. Claire

Sun Haiku by Joshua St. Claire

white oncidium 
the sun splitting
into her infinities 

graduation day 
sunlight lingering 
in dusk clouds 

a billion suns glistering 
in the parking lot 
nameless galaxies  

last sun 
the scent of oleander 
in luminous pools 

the wingspan of a white ibis sun 

sunburst 
through the stratocumulus 
Adam’s needle 

from the throat of the robin sun 

iron sun 
a vulture unmoving 
in the heat 

the sun disk behind shifting the stratocumulus clover meadow 

storm over 
shards of sun shatter 
from the sycamore  

the sun’s scarlet 
dips behind the distant hills 
first cigarette 

Joshua St. Claire

(Image by DWB)