Hello to all our art and poetry friends! 2006 was a very good year and we are looking forward to what 2007 has in store. The Twomey Gallery Holiday show was a success with new and familiar faces gracing our little gallery. We will send out the list of shows for 2007 soon. Victoria has published a new book of poetry and will read from it at the Hecksher Museum in early February. Both James and Victoria will participate in the Gallery North Winners Circle that same month.  

Upcoming Exhibitions for James & Victoria

"Mourning of Winter, Vermont"                         ©2003 James Twomey III

Winners Circle
Featuring the winners of OAS41

Gallery North
90 North Country Road
Setauket, NY 11733

Tel: 631.751.2676
info@gallerynorth.org

The Hecksher Museum of Art
2 Prime Avenue, Huntington, NY
Friday, February 2nd, 2007
Performance begins at 6:30 pm

The Hecksher Museum of Art presents its new series "First Fridays," featuring an evening of music and poetry. On February 2nd, Victoria Twomey will read from her book "The Feminine Voice" and the Northport High School choir will thrill you with their beautiful voices. "The Feminine Voice" will be available for sale and signing at the event. For more info to www.hecksher.org and select Programs/Adults. 

Advanced reservations required.
Call 631.351.3250 for reservations and
additional program details.

Mt. Tabor-Weston Rd., Green Mountain National Forest
©2005 James Twomey III

Center                        © 2005 Victoria Twomey

last day of school
flying out of that brick prison
a noisy flock of magpies, set free
flying, fanning out over that particular summer

there were lumbering brass bands in the gazebo
children running barefoot across cool park grass
laughter of the neighbor's late-night parties
drifting up to my bedroom window
through the thick mosquito night

a July boy climbed to the top of the highest tree
swung out on a rope
too young for fear

a June girl went everywhere with me
we sliced our thumbs with sharp grass
united the blood in an unbreakable pact

we were firewalkers on burning sand
giggled at lovers we caught kissing in dune grass
saw crawling creatures uncovered by a receding ocean
inhaled the green aroma of baking seaweed
swam until blue-lipped and finger-puckered

outdoors and indoors entwined
ocean breeze in the bedroom
sand in the rug
i slept with my sister and the crickets on the porch
dark for a blanket, moon for a nightlight

i read a forbidden paperback with tantalizing words
anxiously waited for teenage years
not knowing that particular summer
would later stand out like a diamond in sand
the one summer i would choose to believe
was just like all the rest

© 2005 Victoria Twomey. All Rights Reserved. Excerpt from "How Melancholy, How Divine."

James Twomey III, Fine-Art Photographer
www.jamestwomeyiii.com  

Victoria Twomey, Poet, Digital Artist, Web Designer
www.victoriatwomey.com