Saturday on the Beach

From space they look like pollen, (the umbrellas blooming on the beach) row after row by the shoreline, like a pollen garden planned and plotted on a grid (this section for yellow blooms, this one for the blue) with precision, obsession, waiting for the wind…

Silence

  Better to start with what I Haven’t missed. I haven’t missed the meals I skipped When the choice was art or Bread I haven’t missed money Unless I was broke and begging But I’d miss any page gone from these shelves I haven’t missed…

Lois

Everything I know of me I know because of you.  Without your love, my existence wouldn’t have a clue.  My literal identity is bridged inside your smile.  My heart reaches through eternity, connecting through the miles. Thank you for being the one to teach me…

Alabaster

  Alabaster cinched in ebony velvet A golden comb glitters, worked to match jeweled straps Ever patient unruffled she waits Delicate carmine nostrils and lips Never flare or curl But she’s been holding that fan for hours and she Leans on her free hand, fingers…

Strong and Silent

A marvelous artist with a perfect eye captured her better than a photographers’ lens.  Her countenance stood out from the shadows showing the victory over her pain.  Her porcelain skin was flawless and yet looked cold to touch.  She now lived comfortably in her soft, black velvet…

14. Money Note Poet

To write his love journal And his poems He uses banknotes To write short poems He takes 1 dollar notes For the longest The 100 money notes And sell them 10 times What their value says Most of his words Are not readable On the…

Hour 14

I’ve been peculating the parts of you     every evening and storing them   in my soul’s jar   everytime I peek into the jar   The parts of you— diffuse into the gloomy air

From A Boys Eyes

I strolled along a crooked road, the journey was so long. I had to pack for 30 days and sang a month of songs. The trees were all so very tall. The sun, it shone so bright. I wasn’t sure I would be found again…