Showing posts with label #Photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Photography. Show all posts

Thursday, April 2, 2020

What About Hugs?


What About Hugs?

I used to love hugs.

It was how I said hello and goodbye
in Hawaii. 
It was an island greeting, a mark of our civilization.

Your quick embrace 
soothed me.
Healed my isolation. 
Set me free
to just be me.  

But, now, a wave from across the room will have to suffice.
So, please keep your distance. Don't think twice
Wear a mask
Don't exhale 
cough or sneeze.
You may infect me. In fact, your hug 
could kill, exponentially.

Please walk away
leave me with a smile
a sweet memory
of that once chaste embrace.

Let us chase
the virus away
that nervous taste
must be erased.

Hard to believe
We were once so pure.

But we'll need to endure
amend the rules
set new trends
to keep our friends
old and new.

Because, a hug, 
once so curative now exposes us, my dear. 
And your touch and your breath
will rip us apart.

We have to reinvent our old greetings
keep ourselves alive to survive another day.
Cast off the old unhealthy ways, 
Just imagine, in the future
what our descendants will say 
Hugs, what's that?




Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Noir



Noir

The photo depicts 
The past
A time when words flowed
Like a river into endless
Streams
Across great chasms
Mind-bending
Alleys.

Ever forward
Relentlessly pushing boundaries
Breaking norms
Exploding into infinity.

Kind of like ejaculation.

Only the waterfall
Ran dry for a time
And the people had to
Find another source
Were forced to improvise
Re-engineer
What had already been provided
By our Maker.

And where is that Maker now?

Is he a devil hidden in detail?
Or a stern parent insisting we toe the line
Perhaps the Maker resides in each of us
Within our unique purpose
Maybe, we are the world.

But the world is dying.
Discernment helps
Patience
Listening too
In the Noir days, we had filters.

Remember filters?  
And one critical lesson at a time.


Cornelia DeDona 3-24-2020


Wednesday, August 31, 2016

I am delighted to announce my multi-discipline award-winning memoir Hawaiian Time will be among the displayed books and art in 

The Vinnie Ream Exhibition at The Karpele's Manuscript Library Museum 

101 W 1st St. Jacksonville, FL, US.
 September 02, 2016 - October 30, 2016 

 Artist Reception September 9th 5-8 p.m.

The Karpeles Library is the world's largest private holding of important original manuscripts and documents and features exhibits from local artists and designers. The library was founded in 1983 by California real estate magnates David and Marsha Karpeles, with the goal of stimulating interest in learning, especially in children. All of the Karpeles Manuscript Library services are free. 

 For more info on Vinnie Ream and the National League of American Pen Women: http://www.nlapw.org/?s=Vinnie+Ream



Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Book Giveaway



 
 


    Goodreads Book Giveaway
 

   

        Hawaiian Time by Cornelia Dedona
   

   

     


          Hawaiian Time
     
     


          by Cornelia Dedona
     

     

         
            Giveaway ends June 21, 2016.
         
         
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Friday, November 6, 2015

"Seasons of the Mid-Hudson Valley"

Dancing Bears


"Seasons of the Mid-Hudson Valley"
An exhibit of photographs by 
Mohonk Preserve Volunteer Photographers

November 13, 2015, to Monday, January 4th, 2016

La Bella Pizza Bistro 
194 Main St, New Paltz, NY 12561

Opening Reception
 Sunday, November 15 from 5-7pm.



Thursday, October 29, 2015

Hawaiian Time







climbs the Stairway to Heaven
taking in the view
finding plenty time fo breathe, cuz!
...

Hawaiian time
leaves Honolulu
on a late plane
to New York
it will arrive bumbai.
...

New York time
is waiting
on Hawaiian time
and promises
to chill
in due time.

New York time
thinks Hawaiian time
has two speeds
slow and stop.

New York time takes
a long minute
to change its
mind about
Hawaiian time
but Hawaiian time
doesn’t care
it expects New York time
will catch up bumbai.

Bumbai: otherwise; or else; later; later on


Sunday, October 25, 2015

Hilda


was such a bloody bore
not cancerous
but a royal pain in the butt
I tried to quietly endure
Shush now Hilda.
The stress is almost over.

So dramatic
always gushing
apparently, she didn't have enough color in her diet
such a flood from one
so dehydrated.

In fact, Hilda refused to stop
her anal ways
felt attacked
when the doctor told her to cut back
on the ice-cream
cheese
groan, chocolate.

Poor damaged Hilda
so emphatic
cited the colonoscopy
as the final straw
causing her to spew
so profusely.
Doesn't she understand
that Doctor knows best
now he has to operate
to get her to stop
being so damned bloody.

I suppose the surgeon
and she will tie it together
finally,
giving her a chance
to sit pain-free
perhaps have Dr. Oz inspect her
bowel movements

enabling her to alter her condition

take new pride
in scribbling her S's.
Her flare-ups
soothed briefly
by the unflappable
Hazel, a witch,

who comes highly recommended.



Friday, September 18, 2015



Three Monkeys


At a recent Word Cafe
pictures passed around the room are
designed to rouse our inner writer
briefly displaced
during the heady pursuit
of summer activities.

The picture I received
depicted three monkeys cutting hair.
I imagined myself in the barber’s chair
the lucky recipient of said haircut
and may I add fully conscious, trusting and completely insane.

Wary to See
Hear and
Speak No EVIL
about these darling monkeys, because I  like monkeys.

Also, being very superstitious

I have learned
from my past
not to let the unlicensed
whether human or monkey
anywhere near my delicate scalp.

Yeah, I let them cut my fucking hair.

However, suffering as I do from chronic stupidity
a condition passed down to me
from that anonymous side of the family
I tend to forget
life’s little lessons.


Consequently, my existence is a series of 50 first dates
and crooked bangs

each day beginning with
familiar strangers and events.
Each day rife with frustrations
such as
What was the Name of that Movie
that Author, and more to the point
Who the Fuck Am I
and Why Should You Care.

Ah, the writer’s life
hunting and pecking for the perfect juxtaposition
of meaning and metaphor.  In search of the highly distracted,
I want, I want, I want, audience,
the vulgar pay for a million hours of sweat, blood and bodily excrement.

I’m no movie star
nor am I a scientist
or even Georgio from Ancient Aliens
who sometimes looks, like a monkey
or an alien, with outrageous hair.

As Georgio says
it could be possible
that these monkeys
are the missing links
and really exceptional hairdressers.
I have to admit
it is plausible
but I am willing to risk being wrong.
After all
I have only one
token head of hair to give.


In the meantime 
I will try to maintain a positive outlook
so as to appear normal
to my loyal Friends and Facebook followers.


Since both of them
would be swayed
were it not for  my personal sacrifice,
the dedicated followers that they are,
they two might be tempted
to let monkeys cut their hair.








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