Fire Inside, ©2014. Ink, wax on rice paper.
Category: poems
Yes, another crush…next, please.
©2013, oil on canvas. Next, Please Always too eager for the future, we Pick up bad habits of expectancy. Something is always approaching; every day Till then we say,Watching from a bluff the tiny, clear Sparkling armada of promises draw near. How slow they are! And how much time they waste, Refusing to make haste!… Continue reading Yes, another crush…next, please.
Chasing Claude from Chiberia
Chasing Claude, ©2013, circa 2001. Oil on canvas. Giverny In Monet’s garden across a lake a Japanese bridge is draped with white wisteria like angel’s laughter waterlilies bloom in clusters reflections everywhere and above the sky pours down the light the lilies floating like the eyes of fallen stars with their sad green irises half… Continue reading Chasing Claude from Chiberia
Moth-breath
Moth-breath, ©2013. oil, ink, varnish on panel.
The Dawn of Winter
The Dawn of Winter, ©2013. Oil and wax on wood. Winter-Time Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the skies, At morning in the dark I rise; And shivering in my nakedness, By the… Continue reading The Dawn of Winter
In the morning in the dark rise
In the morning in the dark rise, ©2013. Graphite on paper.
Hopes Mixed of Simple Blues and Reds
Hopes Mixed of Simple Blues and Reds, ©2013, Ink and gouache on paper.
Full Moon in Gemini
Full Moon in Gemini, ©2013. Graphite and gouache on paper. Full Moon in Gemini Full Moon in Gemini tonight Shining bright, her shining light Her shining light for all to see Is she shining bright for me? Gemini full moon; Sun in Sag are opposites you see. Uranus in Aries understanding Understanding what is to… Continue reading Full Moon in Gemini
Brush-off
Brush-Off, ©2013. Ink on exposed photo paper. No Thank You John I never said I loved you, John:Why will you tease me day by day,And wax a weariness to think uponWith Always “do” and “pray”? You Know I never loved you, John; No fault of mine made me your toast: Why will you haunt me… Continue reading Brush-off
A Winter Night Enlarged
A Winter Night Enlarged, ©2013. Ink on paper.