Jing3011
Profile
- Name
- Jing3011
- City
- Nebraska City
- Country
- United States
- Joined
- Aug 2007
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Groups
Jing3011 is a member of Complex Simplicity of Art, Abstract Art, Abstract Realism, All Things Orange, All Things Poetic, Prose, Philosophical., Altered by Design, Architectural Photography, Art Inspired by Dreams, Boredom Competitions on the 24/7, BubbleMania, Butterflies, Skippers, Moths, & Other Winged Insects, Challenge Café, Childhood, Collective Collage, Colour Me Vibrant Red!, Digital Modern Portraiture, Dilapidated Buildings, Domestic Art - Home is Where the Art Is, Don't Fence Me In, Everyday Life, Everything Winter, Experimental, Fantasy Art, Farms and Countryside, Fractal Frenzy, Gaia - The Living Planet, Globes, Spheres and Curves, Graphic Scratch, Green!, Icy Cold, In the Moment, Landscape Photography, Light and Reflection, Live, Love, Dream, My Neighborhood, Nostalgic Art and Photography, Object Studies & Concepts, Out of the Blue, Out of the Past, PixElations - The Art of Photoshop, Purple Haze, Railway Art, Photos and Words, Religious Art & Photography, Requiem, Rivers and Streams, Ruins, Ancient and Derelict Buildings, Rural America, Rusty, Crusty and Falling to Bits, Safe Haven, Sepia-Toned, Simply White, Spiritual Art, Surrealism, Symbolism in Art, Tea and Chairs, Technical Photography, The Art of 3D, The Healing Journey, The Red Barn, The Word Tree, Trains, Vibrant and Vivid Color, Windows and Doors, Writers' Market and You're Accepted.
Art
Writings
Autumn Walk
November vegetation / in myriad shades of brown / withers dry. Death rattles / tatter / across papery fields / of / corn. Milo, / old and rusted / hunches troll-like / abandoned near / Beal Slo…
Apple Cider
“Cider,” he said, “Isn’t that just apple juice?” “Oh, no,” I say, “Cider is wild turkeys brazenly crossing the road on the way to Percival, Iowa. / It is white sheets hanging on the…
The Bones are Always the Last to Go.
The bones are always the last to go. It is the femur caught in tangled grass, / It is the jawbone curving like a cupped hand / around the remnants of what might have been. It is the shell, the …
Night Houses
In the calming before sleep, / when hipbone and mattress lie / in quiet opposition, / neither wanting to give in, / I build for you a house. Sometimes the design is yours, / sometimes mine. The …
Near the Missouri
“The house stood over there,” / he says, / “We had no electricity. / Our wash was done by hand. We butchered a hog that year, / just the two of us. / It was laid to rest / in the…
The Grove
A Nebraska Sand Story It is my understanding that sand stories are indigenous to some people living in Australia and are mainly told by women and girls. The storyteller draws designs related t…
