Minerva’s Kiss ~ Poem & Tribute to the Art of Spoken Word


Minerva’s Kiss

I met my new love.
Lost in all the yesterdays of words
I have heard and spoken again.
Lost inside thesis brought to life.
Awakened anew
Bursting forth
Flush from solitude.
Rebirthed from the aches that lay naked
inside the echoes of your absence.
Words emptied and free
pouring forth the battles of gladiators
with no expectations of what is next.
Here am I  Words reminding me
“questions are the only answers we need.”

My new love
Found in the breaths between.
The words whispered of doing it wrong.
Found in the lessons taught to your daughter
letting me know I can.
Assuring me I will.
That you want to know all of what makes me, ME.

My new love
An old love once more
Thank you.
Awash in your words
walking through Paris in the Rain.
Your Cadence.
This, this is my love letter to you.
Spoken of words,
my words intimate,
in murmurs sweet
kissed in the shadows of the Louvre

Footnote: This poem is an homage to the art form of spoken word poetry and some of my favorite pieces (all links above). Make sure to check out these incredible wordsmiths and performers: Anis Mojgani, Alysia Harris, Sarah Kay. Todays Tuesday Talent Tribute.

I believe poetry has the ability to blend creativity and logic into articulated expression. Or as Robert Frost so aptly wrote, a poem “begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with.”

Image: Here

The Weekend ~ 5/17/13 ~Creative Collaboration



First blush

There is possibility inherent

in this blank page

This canvas awaiting touch

Of pen and brush

Colors flush to life

An ancient love awakened

~by DCT


A good friend of mine has graced me with an opportunity to flex my creative muscles on a few of her projects. I am so grateful for the challenges. And I do mean challenges.

First off are character designs for her animated screen play concept. I hadn’t a clue where to begin. I had brief descriptions of her characters and plotline but that was it. I didn’t know how to create characters for animation. I needed guidance so I picked the brain of the only expert I knew for a little advice, direction on what to draw, industry standards etc. (Thank you K).

After which I mocked up some very rough sketches to see if how I envisioned the characters was in line with my friend’s creative vision. Let me just say in one short weekend I gained an enormous admiration for comic artists, animators, hell anyone who creates a character and draws and redraws them in the various episodes of the storyline. WOW!

Interestingly it sparked a conversation with my friend about her characters. I had envisioned them, well some of them, slightly differently then she had, particularly the main character. She explained what she saw and I explained why I came to my conclusions. This, interestingly enough, made her think.

There is something organic in the process of creative collaboration that I can’t get enough of. Each person adding a piece which blended together produces something new. It is the birth process, ultimately giving life to a new creation. Hopefully in this case an animated movie concept that the studios will love and produce. At which point someone far more skilled then I can take over animating the characters for the movie.

Next up, was coloring flat sketches for bag designs she and her business partner created for their new venture. This was a far more familiar task. I loved getting the colors set and textures defined. I even added a few creative suggestions of my own as well. I can’t seem to keep my two cents to myself. And admit I enjoy being a muse. Too bad it doesn’t pay full time.

I have also been writing a lot of poetry as of late; which I haven’t done since high school.  And thankfully have a friend (Ex English teacher) to collaborate, critique and edit my words. I can’t thank her enough. This creative collaboration has challenged me to think and rewrite again and again each time gaining strength and momentum till I end up with a piece I am proud of.

So this weekend I encourage you to put yourself out there, flex your creative muscles, and give birth to new creations. And if you are lucky enough to have fellow creative conspirators to play with… all the better. Inspire one another to greater heights and mold your inimitable magic into something new and unleash it unto the world.

Blast from This Blogs Past


The Weekend Reading List

  • Paris In Four Months ~ If you are a Francophile then this website will become an addiction.
  • Let Them Steal ~ Photographer David Duchemin tackles an interested debate about watermarks and protecting your work. After dedicating enormous time to watermarking everything I finally gave up. Now I fall in David’s camp.
  • What Fashion Owes Reality ~ Danielle Meder writes about walking the line between Aspiration and reality and the ever common debate of what constitutes Real Beauty. This gal has it all beauty, brains and talent. Check her out.


A Little Something Extra

Image: Equation by DCT, Poem: First blush by DCT

Divinity (a poem)


I am building a Shrine

To my own divinity

Feet firmly on solid ground

Rooting into myself

I bear the weight of my undoing

Trust in my unknowing

Space surrounds me in time

speaking with a tongue remembered

Taste, touch the between

Take in your breath.

Inhaling these truths deep

Take your time in telling the tale

Sleep, eat, drink in the person who is yourself.

With sweet reverence

Fiercest wisdom coaxed

Be soft, tender, vulnerable

Wide open to hope

I lay naked

wings spread wide

towards bliss


there is nothing to gain in shying away from your soul.


Pay homage

It’s time to dance

It’s time to remember

Patterns of birth and being

Woven through ordinary days

Rediscovering truths

buried long ago for safe keeping

That ache

That longing

Melts into my bones

my frame built of knowledge

Wisdom spliced from genes

Battles spent

Rising from the ashes

Burning from the center of longing

a tremor deep inside beckons

the missing memories of

lessons learned

and learned

and learned

Its blissful ache

Called knowing

Black and White

the “I AM”

Yes, No

Stay, go

it’s all yours

This process of remembering

The whispered words from within

What you have always known

The collective wisdom of the cosmos has always been yours

Do you hear it?

The sultry voice of redemption

A heart decided

~by DCT


Sidenote: I want to give a nod to Jeanette LeBlanc  who says “shamelessly steal from those who inspire you and then use your own inimitable magic to mold their words into something entirely new”. Whose blog devoured sped me on this poetic course starting with her words build a shrine to your own divinity from her post Uncommon Sense: Romance Your Own Mystical Soul.