Nancee Pace ClineinAn Idea (by Ingenious Piece)Twenty-TwentyStream of ConsciousnessOct 16, 2020Oct 16, 2020
Nancee Pace ClineThe Color of The Sky MattersVincent Van Gogh saved my mother’s life.Jul 31, 2020Jul 31, 2020
Nancee Pace ClineWhen They Were YoungI played European folk songs for my boys, over and over again, hoping they would absorb the sounds,Jul 22, 2020Jul 22, 2020
Nancee Pace ClineWitness TreesWithin a forest — Black Pine, Chinese Linden, Ginkgo — the witness trees still watch.Jul 19, 2020Jul 19, 2020
Nancee Pace ClineArtist At The Celestial Sewing MachineThe long even ripples on the sea look just like corduroy The surf as it meets the shore, white lace Palest blue sky is watered silk…Jun 28, 20201Jun 28, 20201
Nancee Pace ClineFor Her Memorial ServiceDo invite the Russian Ballet, the child artists from UNICEF, poets and cloggers, and the potter of Ojai. Invite the entire cast of Oliver…May 4, 2020May 4, 2020
Nancee Pace ClineAs if I am Wearing Water Wingsthe little inflatables youngsters wear in kiddie pools not really enough to save a life but enough to stay uprightApr 7, 2020Apr 7, 2020
Nancee Pace ClinePoet’s NookMy childhood home, a quiet green nook in the South Bay, under eucalyptus shade, and fog often, in the middle of a beach town.Apr 4, 2020Apr 4, 2020
Nancee Pace ClineOctober, 1962I was born in the City of Angels. I never saw them, but I was glad they were there.Apr 4, 2020Apr 4, 2020