By Joel Peligrina
We are all parts
Greater than the sum
Of all our stops
And starts,
Jumps, skips, hops,
And crop circle grinds,
With acute minds
And divisible hearts;
I could prattle on
About how we become
A rattle and hum
With each battle won
An assortment
Of moments
Both incidental
And elemental
Colored
With a subtle tint
Of fiery Sun
And the faintest hint
Of Moonbeam smarts;
But I’ll spare you
The parabolas
Of my tainted squint.
Once enamored with the itinerant life of the wayfarer, Joel Pelegrina now finds himself most at home when wiling away the hours whittling driftwood words into wondrous shapes both exotic and known. Each handcrafted piece is lovingly made, carved with an array of ancient implements equal parts archaic and modern, with methods both traditional and avant-garde. Needless to say, it is not for the flea market or occasional arts & crafts fair for which these relics are made, although in such company they would most perfectly reside; no, these artifacts and totems are meant for more personal locales, in the lofty residences of all those of open mind and gypsy soul, perhaps best placed on the mantels of all the inner sanctums in which we find the most solace.
Photo: Ian Burt/Flickr
Editor: Sherrin Fitzer
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Many thanks, and much respect!