“She bathes in the sight of the sun”



“She bathes in the sight of the sun” by Clare L. Martin
Ink, color pencil, crayon on paper. Digitized, filtered. 2016


Speaking to God



“Speaking to God” by Clare L. Martin Ink, color pencil, crayon on paper. Digitized, filtered. 2016.

War Footing




War Footing

Blue and rain-days long.
The leaking roof. Rats in the attic.
We are sodden, shuttered;
motionless in our apathy.
How do we become more than we are?
There is no palpable answer.
Only wind will tell us, in finality.
Now, we smoke cigarettes,
eat crumbs gathered
in the bottom of plastic bags,
scrape our palms for coins.
I have fallen in the trap of my eyes again.
It is winter and we fail in all our doings.
Dark mornings, we turn cold,
stepping onto the floor.
Naked into the bath.
Hot water to bring us from death.
Always evoked of our tears—mad
laughter as we rail at our leaders,
who only speak a barrage of sick
glory-obsessions. Bombs drop by ten o’clock.
We live radiated, aglow with grief.
We are on a war footing.
Every moment escalates.
I have taken your face out of memory.
I have replaced you
with a mushroom cloud, for solace.





©2016 Clare L. Martin


I woke with a polished heel
at my eye,
grinding, grinding—

Rage brings me to my feet.
I blast the great nothingness
and rant to thin air.

These invisible webs
have kept me from seeing
a rock as rock, a tree as tree.
Sky as beautiful sky:
unwritten, free—

If I could borrow a star’s force
I would whip it
against the enemy
who tears us apart.

This is what they want:
For the poets to die off.
For imagination
to sour on the vine.

The raving wasps set their
tongues into rotting fruit.

How can I divine
with all this in my heart?

How can I will the oceans to roil
and the mountains shiver, too,
in communal song?

I want a collapse
of this petrified reality.

Give me two words, only two,
and watch
as I make a conflagration of this world.



©2016 Clare L. Martin

Love is not naive. Love is knowing at the deepest level.

I went to my bed yesterday feeling completely lost and worn and had a sorrowful cry for all that I believed would be stolen from our hearts and minds and bodies. Then I recalled all the beautiful souls I know and who I know are in the world. I took a lavender warm bath, comforting myself and listened to Patti Smith’s “People have the Power.” I tried to believe that we do indeed. I don’t know what shape our resistance will take but we will resist.


Today I feel stronger and more positive. My friend, Luis Alberto Urrea, says we choose to give up our peace. I choose to hold my peace of mind today. I just posted a status: “Love is not naive. Love is knowing at the deepest level.” I am a militant in a Love Revolution today. Those with all worldly power and goods are powerless without true power that is Love. I truly believe this. We have to hold ourselves to this belief moment by moment. I have to believe that something secret/behind the scenes (for our own good) is taking place that may alleviate some of the wrongdoing. And if not, I will fight for Truth with all of myself. But for now, I love in this moment and my love extends throughout the Universe.


Love in the subatomic fields. Love radiates from me to you.