the blue moon throws
grasses into stark relief
bats swoop through the light
light through the window
drapes his face in shadow
the bus comes soon
the artist
27 Aug 2012 2 Comments
in poetry
she paints broad red strokes
slashing across the canvas
expressing lost love
.
endless arabesques
muscles knotted, stretch, plie
painful loveliness
.
clay covered fingers
pressing, building walls higher
beauty from nothing
A peach
27 Aug 2012 4 Comments
in poetry
Bite into the flesh
of my peach –
Tearing apart
inconsistencies,
preconceived notions,
thoughts of how
Love should be.
Ravenous,
devouring –
fueled with longstanding
hunger
and years
of tender neglect.
Drink from me –
quench your thirst
for life,
for love
until your wanderlust
for both is finally
satiated.
And I’ll cup gently
your full, rounded belly,
smile softly
as we curl together
in dreamless sleep.
Sparkles
24 Aug 2012 4 Comments
Brilliant cut sapphire
Lake sparkles this afternoon
Even no geese swim
Surrounded by goldenrod
the turtle lies in the sun
The sun on her hair
Casts a shimmering halo
Her eyes closed in sleep
The spider races
Across silken tightropes
To reach its prey
Above airplanes drone
Eyes closed I bask in sunlight
The crickets still cheep
Lips on my forehead
I nestle into your warmth
Your hand smoothes my hair
A complete story haiku
17 Aug 2012 2 Comments
in poetry
Tap-tap towards me
Knock-knock on the door. Waiting. Turn.
taps. Walking away.
17 Aug 2012 Leave a comment
in poetry
Happy birthday, Charles Bukowski…
Charles Bukowski‘s birthday is today.
This will be stream of conscious as he would have it no other way. So I live in Long Beach, CA very close to San Pedro where Bukowski rode out the remainder of his life. As a poet in the area, it is nearly impossible to speak to a mature writer who cannot tell you stories about their time schmoozing with the master. It often makes me wonder when he had time to actually write. And I’m jealous. How could I not be, he wrote Are You Drinking, and if I list them here, I shall not finish.
As of late, the past two days, you have been rummaging through my mind. And no, it has not been because of James Franco’s “Ham on Rye”, but it’s Franco. . .what? what? No the reason is Tuesday, this poet at the Tuesday reading, Eric…
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south
17 Aug 2012 2 Comments
geese silhouetted
a dark V against blue sky
leaves turning scarlet
inspired by http://parumnuntius.wordpress.com/2012/08/14/1111/
