Hour Seventeen

Shall I mourn the loss of time? It took away all my dimes.   Shall I mourn the loss of time? It made me prime.     (Couplets)

Hour Sixteen

From Lolita   My body has just ripened let me bear the fruits with you   the diamonds in your eyes reflect the light in mine   the lollipop of desire is my favourite candy   Humbert, I’ve forgotten Charlie, let me hum your tune…

This Basement Window

  This basement window Allows a glint of light Through its high narrow strip of muddied glass. It’s well before dawn now I can smell a skunk sauntering past the yard Which is why my hound has been, well Hounding while I wrote all night…

Windows of My Soul

I look out and see the possibilities of my life.  A vast terrain that I’ve yet to explore.  It is growing and beautiful, ripe to be tilled.  There overhead flies an eagle showing me the heights that I can reach.  I hear the song. I…

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…

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