Ari Timbs
@rogueofnotes.bsky.social
She, Her
Amateur composer, artist, and poet. I gravitate toward folks who are better humans than I am, in hopes of deepening my own humanity!
Bandcamp page Link:
aritimbs.bandcamp.com
Amateur composer, artist, and poet. I gravitate toward folks who are better humans than I am, in hopes of deepening my own humanity!
Bandcamp page Link:
aritimbs.bandcamp.com
Here are some questions I've been asking myself.
Perhaps they are questions you've been asking yourself, too?
Perhaps they are questions you've been asking yourself, too?
February 16, 2026 at 2:13 PM
Here are some questions I've been asking myself.
Perhaps they are questions you've been asking yourself, too?
Perhaps they are questions you've been asking yourself, too?
This might be first of a series entitled: "Whited Sepulchers."
Or, perhaps: "In the tradition of 'Dorian Gray.'"
It's not a portrait she, nor anyone else, would recognize--with their eyes.
Or, perhaps: "In the tradition of 'Dorian Gray.'"
It's not a portrait she, nor anyone else, would recognize--with their eyes.
February 13, 2026 at 2:11 PM
This might be first of a series entitled: "Whited Sepulchers."
Or, perhaps: "In the tradition of 'Dorian Gray.'"
It's not a portrait she, nor anyone else, would recognize--with their eyes.
Or, perhaps: "In the tradition of 'Dorian Gray.'"
It's not a portrait she, nor anyone else, would recognize--with their eyes.
Good Morning, Everyone!
Here's something I started and finished (I think) last week.
It feels appropriate to our times--though, really, any time period, I suppose.
Here's something I started and finished (I think) last week.
It feels appropriate to our times--though, really, any time period, I suppose.
February 9, 2026 at 2:06 PM
Good Morning, Everyone!
Here's something I started and finished (I think) last week.
It feels appropriate to our times--though, really, any time period, I suppose.
Here's something I started and finished (I think) last week.
It feels appropriate to our times--though, really, any time period, I suppose.
I started this poem of grief and resolve when Russia invaded Ukraine, added to it when Hamas attacked Israel... & when Israel began bombing Gaza. It found this final form when my husband was diagnosed with cancer.
(Sing it to Remo Giazotto's "Adagio in G Minor," (also attributed to Albinoni.)
(Sing it to Remo Giazotto's "Adagio in G Minor," (also attributed to Albinoni.)
February 6, 2026 at 2:11 PM
I started this poem of grief and resolve when Russia invaded Ukraine, added to it when Hamas attacked Israel... & when Israel began bombing Gaza. It found this final form when my husband was diagnosed with cancer.
(Sing it to Remo Giazotto's "Adagio in G Minor," (also attributed to Albinoni.)
(Sing it to Remo Giazotto's "Adagio in G Minor," (also attributed to Albinoni.)
I wrote this poem after emerging from a many-years-long night of my own. It's really a simple reminder of what we have each seen over and over throughout our lives.
(This can be sung to J. S. Bach's "Air," in his Orchestral Suite No. 3 in D Major.)
(This can be sung to J. S. Bach's "Air," in his Orchestral Suite No. 3 in D Major.)
January 30, 2026 at 2:11 PM
I wrote this poem after emerging from a many-years-long night of my own. It's really a simple reminder of what we have each seen over and over throughout our lives.
(This can be sung to J. S. Bach's "Air," in his Orchestral Suite No. 3 in D Major.)
(This can be sung to J. S. Bach's "Air," in his Orchestral Suite No. 3 in D Major.)
Good Morning, All.
This is the first in a series of digitally-altered photographs that I'm calling: "Abandoned Promises."
This is the first in a series of digitally-altered photographs that I'm calling: "Abandoned Promises."
January 19, 2026 at 2:06 PM
Good Morning, All.
This is the first in a series of digitally-altered photographs that I'm calling: "Abandoned Promises."
This is the first in a series of digitally-altered photographs that I'm calling: "Abandoned Promises."
I'm finding it hard to cope with the horrors we are seeing, hearing, and reading about each day.
One thing that is helping me are these eight words. They keep me from feeling so lost, so rudderless. I share them here in case some of you, my friends, also find them useful! ❤️
One thing that is helping me are these eight words. They keep me from feeling so lost, so rudderless. I share them here in case some of you, my friends, also find them useful! ❤️
January 16, 2026 at 2:04 PM
I'm finding it hard to cope with the horrors we are seeing, hearing, and reading about each day.
One thing that is helping me are these eight words. They keep me from feeling so lost, so rudderless. I share them here in case some of you, my friends, also find them useful! ❤️
One thing that is helping me are these eight words. They keep me from feeling so lost, so rudderless. I share them here in case some of you, my friends, also find them useful! ❤️
A recurring, intermittent sound that escapes me while I try to decide on my best path going forward. I firmly believe that the best way to cope is to make plans that I can actually do, and that will most help others (near and far)--both now and in the future. And then...TO WORK!
January 4, 2026 at 7:47 PM
A recurring, intermittent sound that escapes me while I try to decide on my best path going forward. I firmly believe that the best way to cope is to make plans that I can actually do, and that will most help others (near and far)--both now and in the future. And then...TO WORK!
(Please click on this image to see the whole photo.)
I took this photo in downtown Dallas during the late 1990s--from a bus window on my way home from work.
Any thoughts about what the stories of these two men might be...or a possible title?
I took this photo in downtown Dallas during the late 1990s--from a bus window on my way home from work.
Any thoughts about what the stories of these two men might be...or a possible title?
January 2, 2026 at 5:22 PM
(Please click on this image to see the whole photo.)
I took this photo in downtown Dallas during the late 1990s--from a bus window on my way home from work.
Any thoughts about what the stories of these two men might be...or a possible title?
I took this photo in downtown Dallas during the late 1990s--from a bus window on my way home from work.
Any thoughts about what the stories of these two men might be...or a possible title?
Hello, All!
Any title suggestions or comments are appreciated!
Any title suggestions or comments are appreciated!
December 29, 2025 at 2:48 PM
Hello, All!
Any title suggestions or comments are appreciated!
Any title suggestions or comments are appreciated!
I wonder,,,
Who is this? Where is this? And is the situation urgent?
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Who is this? Where is this? And is the situation urgent?
❤️
December 26, 2025 at 2:46 PM
I wonder,,,
Who is this? Where is this? And is the situation urgent?
❤️
Who is this? Where is this? And is the situation urgent?
❤️
"Must I Always Wear a Mask?"
December 22, 2025 at 2:42 PM
"Must I Always Wear a Mask?"
Good Morning, Folks!
Need a quick diversion?
I'm wondering: Who is this mysterious person? And what is he up to? 🤔
Need a quick diversion?
I'm wondering: Who is this mysterious person? And what is he up to? 🤔
December 15, 2025 at 1:22 PM
Good Morning, Folks!
Need a quick diversion?
I'm wondering: Who is this mysterious person? And what is he up to? 🤔
Need a quick diversion?
I'm wondering: Who is this mysterious person? And what is he up to? 🤔
Good Morning!
This is another page from the little book I made 20 years ago during a weekend conference which featured discussions of Parker Palmer's writings.
This is another page from the little book I made 20 years ago during a weekend conference which featured discussions of Parker Palmer's writings.
December 12, 2025 at 2:42 PM
Good Morning!
This is another page from the little book I made 20 years ago during a weekend conference which featured discussions of Parker Palmer's writings.
This is another page from the little book I made 20 years ago during a weekend conference which featured discussions of Parker Palmer's writings.
Good Morning, Everyone!
This is another page from the little book I made for myself 20 years ago during a Parker Palmer conference.
❤️
This is another page from the little book I made for myself 20 years ago during a Parker Palmer conference.
❤️
December 8, 2025 at 2:50 PM
Good Morning, Everyone!
This is another page from the little book I made for myself 20 years ago during a Parker Palmer conference.
❤️
This is another page from the little book I made for myself 20 years ago during a Parker Palmer conference.
❤️
Good Morning!
I wonder what sort of creature this is?
Someone's pet, perhaps?
(Found, as you can see, on a map!)
❤️
I wonder what sort of creature this is?
Someone's pet, perhaps?
(Found, as you can see, on a map!)
❤️
December 1, 2025 at 1:49 PM
Good Morning!
I wonder what sort of creature this is?
Someone's pet, perhaps?
(Found, as you can see, on a map!)
❤️
I wonder what sort of creature this is?
Someone's pet, perhaps?
(Found, as you can see, on a map!)
❤️
This is a page from a little booklet I made for myself 20 years ago as a momento of a weekend seminar featuring the life-affirming writings of Parker J. Palmer. I felt a particular kinship with that panicky, imperfect kitty.
(Both the kitty the monkey are stickers I'd bought.) ❤️
(Both the kitty the monkey are stickers I'd bought.) ❤️
November 24, 2025 at 12:41 PM
This is a page from a little booklet I made for myself 20 years ago as a momento of a weekend seminar featuring the life-affirming writings of Parker J. Palmer. I felt a particular kinship with that panicky, imperfect kitty.
(Both the kitty the monkey are stickers I'd bought.) ❤️
(Both the kitty the monkey are stickers I'd bought.) ❤️
Good Morning, Folks!
Here's a shape poem to take us into the weekend.
Its title is: "To Randy R."
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Here's a shape poem to take us into the weekend.
Its title is: "To Randy R."
❤️
November 21, 2025 at 12:58 PM
Good Morning, Folks!
Here's a shape poem to take us into the weekend.
Its title is: "To Randy R."
❤️
Here's a shape poem to take us into the weekend.
Its title is: "To Randy R."
❤️
Here's another Twiglee to dance us into Monday!
November 17, 2025 at 2:17 PM
Here's another Twiglee to dance us into Monday!
I'm posting this for anyone who needs a quick laugh.
I am revising a draft of a novel...and these are the opening lines.
I am revising a draft of a novel...and these are the opening lines.
November 11, 2025 at 5:10 PM
I'm posting this for anyone who needs a quick laugh.
I am revising a draft of a novel...and these are the opening lines.
I am revising a draft of a novel...and these are the opening lines.
Need a chuckle?
My Jeff asked me this question last week--and answered it!
My Jeff asked me this question last week--and answered it!
November 4, 2025 at 12:48 PM
Need a chuckle?
My Jeff asked me this question last week--and answered it!
My Jeff asked me this question last week--and answered it!
Need a Break?
Here are 2 views of the same "Twiglees." A ballet dancer--& the first I made. I shaped it from a failed Carissa Holly shrub that was badly root-bound before I had planted it in our yard. I'm fairly sure I over-fertilized it, too.
(The blue box is attached to the wall with thumbtacks!)
Here are 2 views of the same "Twiglees." A ballet dancer--& the first I made. I shaped it from a failed Carissa Holly shrub that was badly root-bound before I had planted it in our yard. I'm fairly sure I over-fertilized it, too.
(The blue box is attached to the wall with thumbtacks!)
October 30, 2025 at 3:07 PM
Need a Break?
Here are 2 views of the same "Twiglees." A ballet dancer--& the first I made. I shaped it from a failed Carissa Holly shrub that was badly root-bound before I had planted it in our yard. I'm fairly sure I over-fertilized it, too.
(The blue box is attached to the wall with thumbtacks!)
Here are 2 views of the same "Twiglees." A ballet dancer--& the first I made. I shaped it from a failed Carissa Holly shrub that was badly root-bound before I had planted it in our yard. I'm fairly sure I over-fertilized it, too.
(The blue box is attached to the wall with thumbtacks!)
If you only ever listen to one song of mine, please choose this one. I wish I could say that it captures who I am, but I'd better just say that THIS is whom I aspire to be.
aritimbs.bandcamp.com/track/all-on...
The perfect lyrics would express yearning, patience, hope, and...joy!
aritimbs.bandcamp.com/track/all-on...
The perfect lyrics would express yearning, patience, hope, and...joy!
October 28, 2025 at 12:04 PM
If you only ever listen to one song of mine, please choose this one. I wish I could say that it captures who I am, but I'd better just say that THIS is whom I aspire to be.
aritimbs.bandcamp.com/track/all-on...
The perfect lyrics would express yearning, patience, hope, and...joy!
aritimbs.bandcamp.com/track/all-on...
The perfect lyrics would express yearning, patience, hope, and...joy!