Your eyes were hidden behind tinted shades, Your expression hard to read that way. The sun was hidden behind the clouds, The skies were mostly gray. The blue waters stretched for miles, We avoided the fall showers. Stories shared of your youth, We walked and…

I can’t relax I am twenty-four hours a day of jittery A short, walking, double shot of espresso Feet to the pavement, in constant motion Walk, walk, walk, walk Down new and familiar streets Mapping and remapping this city in my head Cartography for my…

I love our annual Green-Up day how we gather as a community to clear winter’s debris, the white styrofoam cups and black plastic packs from take-out or -home, the yellow banana peels turned black from winter’s long cold, the amber beer bottles with their red…

She looked up at me with big eyes, her head tilted to one side. She sat at my gentle command and wagged her tail with pride. I petted her, then walked away, but she came back for more. When I ventured to bed that night, she…

Bringing forth the vital colors of existence, portrayed in bleeding masses spilling over confining lines of shape. Abstract illusions falling in and out of view, where mystery dances a wild macabre in the swirling plumes of purple and green. Black absence, a deep, smoky emptiness…

My favorite animals are the black ones: Sleek. Light gleams off muscles and rolls like someone smeared their precious hides with Vaseline. Fur so shiny we can see into the smarmy depths of our own prejudices. An honest, onyx mirror, curving like the darkest sky…

grey monotone static of thought one policy one opinion diversity lies beyond this never-ending feed of force fed sludge red like the wine that trickles from the lips like blood spurred by intellectual poison white cleansing the dirty hands of masses away wiping minds of…

One of four small prints in which a large, mouse-gray circle floats up towards the top edge. Like a raggedly clipped head of hair the brushstrokes overlap in every direction. The ether in which it floats is pink with orange and violet-gray casts. There is…

The color of love Shows it’s another side Which is a means of survival for many The  one who gets paid, For also the one who gets laid.   They all are working in red light area, And by any chance, Shouldn’t be judged For,…

Clever little critter, laboring through the evening, to spin his lovely, patterned, tacky carpet; Inviting tasty prey, he hoped, to walk or step upon. Down to the gutter and out over the Holly; then back again to wrap the downspout with a tidy tablecloth of…