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"My interest in clay began as a kid, exploring the shores and multicolored cliffs near my home in Gay Head (Aquinnah), M.V.Along the path by the shops, I watched, fascinated, as a skilled potter worked her magic at the wheel. In those early years an inportant and mysterious world was revealed to me."

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"The creatures emerging out of clay are often born in the songs and/or stories I write, or the reverse, and occasionally an illustration from a story will turn up on a plate or bowl. The stories, songs, and towers are all related to one another"

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K y l o

© 2010
From Kylo's songs:Danger Zone (Song of the Old Bear)
"If you walk through the woods When the first snow falls, Across the river Where it twists and winds,Take a path through the rocks Where the Old Bear goes, Down among the hanging pines.
If you wait till night and you Follow him out To a place you have never been before,Once you climb to his back and feel his long legs run, You will never see home anymore.
Up where the North wind Howls and moansAcross the hillsWhere the Wild Beast roamsJust the pounding of your heart, And the singing in your bones,Out beyond the Danger Zone
The pale yellow sky Is the color of his eyes In the dark when the snow whirls around.Through the ringing of the night Comes a sound so light, The laughing of a baby child.
So hold on tight to his coat so white, And turn your back to the cold city light.Take a last look around, Let your long hair down, And wave your earthly cares bye-bye."
exerpts from:

The Shift

By Jill Gross ©9/'18 p.1 "Ch.1 Today there is a sniff of sharp Spring on the breeze. From my cliff dwelling, as I watch the turquoise and violet sky turn to bright blue with the rising gold of the sun, thousands of bird calls begin to echo from the storm-stunted trees and the shining green of the vast sea. In the distance, from one of the larger islands comes the low rumble of crumbling fortresses and mansions still teetering along the shoreline....." from Ch.1 "...... Legend has it that when they roamed freely, they built - all this: the cities, bridges, and tremendous pathways across the earth and sky. Wondrous buildings scattered throughout the world display both breathless beauty, and deepest sorrow through countless writings, music, paintings and much more. They loved in a most complicated fashion, and were capable of inflicting unbearable misery on one another, and on all the creatures of the earth. This was called conciousness. Passion, curiosity, creativity; all gone now...."
from Ch.2"....One day in the barn, while trying to claw through some of the knots in Sil's hair, I heard the sharp sound of ice cracking outside one of the higher windows. I thought at first it might be one of Owl's crew chipping for water, but climbing up to peer out, found no sign of owls. Looking off into the grey chilly mist, I saw something hanging still in the air over one of the low hills. It was huge, much bigger than the rippling pond nearby, the colors an ever changing rust and gold, not unlike the fur on a running orange tabby. The shape was an elongated cirle tipped to it's side and hollow in the middle through which could be seen the distant mountain peaks in the West, and one or two stars sparkling in the quickly darkening sky..."
from Ch. 3 "....The first thing one notices when traveling by hawk is how cold it is. With the wind screaming around us, I snuggled down into Reno's feathers and tried to sleep as we sailed through the frozen misty night. My companions and I woke to a sparkling dawn atop one of the tallest Human built structures I had yet seen. Our contingent of hungry raptors circled far above as we tiptoed around looking for some way down to the crumbling street below...."
from Ch. 6 "....Suddenly without any explanation, or sense of time, we were back at our mountain home. Rolling in dirt puddles, marking our favorite shrubs, and sharpening claws on old posts, the four of us were elated. Crean was among those who greeted us. He said that he had met up with the barn owls back at the entrance to the old city subway station, but before that, had gone back into the tunnel to try to find us. What he described was odd and disturbing. He said he saw a Human, running alone along the ancient rails. Of course he must have been imagining things. Although we had a great deal to discuss, now was not the time, as there was much head-butting, wrestling, and racing up trees to be done in celebration of our homecoming...."

from Ch.12 "...... Later as the sun set fire to the sky over the far sea, the world came alive with the sounds of evening. Bird and insect calls filled the air, as well as the happy yipping and howling from the many canine families who dwelled in and around the wild desert hills. Miro and I, also being creatures of the night, followed the urge to run and explore, being ever careful of the spiky vegetation that sprouted everywhere over that fresh and dangerous land...."
"..... I wondered where Calen, Hani, and Sil had gotten off to, starting to feel the rumblings of worry in my gut."We're here", I heard Calen tell me, "Up on the tall rocks just behind you." His voice was calm and quiet, (if a thoughtvoice could do that).We spotted the little group, and soon clambered up beside them. Calen reached out and pulling me close, affectionately stroked my back and head. I have to say it was a pleasure, and I couldn't hold back the purring and head-butting, as Miro stared disdainfully from a distance. Hani held out her hand to him, but he wasn't budging. Climbing into Sil's lap, I felt dread slip away as relief and contentment washed over me....
from Ch. 4"...To say we were suddenly in another world would be putting it mildly, or rather, exactly. We stood on basically nothing, although it was solid, whatever it was, and easy to walk on. With tails twitching, we led the Humans along, to where and to what, there was no knowing. We decided that where ever this was, it was night. There were five moons lined up across the distance in what appeared to be our sky...."
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Clamtones/Rounders, & pals on the road, 1970's