Spores © 2013. Ink and varnish on board. Mushrooms Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees us, Stops us, betrays us; The small grains make room. Soft fists insist on Heaving the needles, The leafy bedding, Even the paving. Our hammers, our… Continue reading Spores
Category: poems
Whatever a moon has always meant
Whatever a Moon Has Always Meant, ©2o13. Ink and gold leaf on paper.
Names Falling
The Fall, ©2013. Ink on paper. The Names Yesterday, I lay awake in the palm of the night. A soft rain stole in, unhelped by any breeze, And when I saw the silver glaze on the windows, I started with A, with Ackerman, as it happened, Then Baxter and Calabro, Davis and Eberling, names… Continue reading Names Falling
The Landscape Listens
The Landscape Listens, ©2010-13. Oil on canvas.
In the Desert
Dry Bed, ©2012-13. Oil, wax, ink, gold leaf, on panel with etched glass. In the Desert In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, “Is it good, friend?” “It is bitter—bitter,” he answered; “But I like it… Continue reading In the Desert
The End of Gravity and the Beginning of Levitation
Eras of Yves Klein (f0r Anne Carson), ©2012-13. Pastel, ink, oil, tape on canvas on panel Eras of Yves Klein by Anne Carson is a poem I truly love. It captures so well the personal of a time and place with all its absurdities. It somehow leaves me feeling nostalgic and deprived the same familiar way I… Continue reading The End of Gravity and the Beginning of Levitation
A bit of golden summer sun
A Bit of Golden Summer Sun, ©2013. Ink on paper. Why the Daisies are White Once upon a time a quarrel rose, ‘Tis said, between impatient Spring And that old Greybeard Winter, who Yet longer to his throne would cling. “My turn it is,” quoth Mistress Spring, “To reign, and clothe the earth anew. How… Continue reading A bit of golden summer sun
Fire Ring
Fire Ring, ©2013. Ink on paper. Crucible Hot gold runs a winding stream on the inside of a green bowl. Yellow trickles in a fan figure, scatters a line of skirmishes, spreads a chorus of dancing girls, performs blazing ochre evolutions, gathers the whole show into one stream, forgets the past and rolls on. The… Continue reading Fire Ring
Summer Moonlit Garden
Summer Moonlit Garden, ©2013. Ink and oil pastel on paper. Summer midnight joined in circles, phloxes and coneflowers keep rhythm with constellations ’til the sun and moon go down. By dawn light in the water bucket tumbled down petals launch like life rafts crossing the sea of whirling vortices to rescue the stranded beetles. Sarah Figlio… Continue reading Summer Moonlit Garden