Category Archives: Poems

I am nearly Hari-Krishna-like when it comes to my belief in the universal sacredness of life. Yes, even Hitler’s life. Stow him away in some tiny closet behind the Port-a-Pots of some huge-sloping-land-fill that accepts only toxic waste! You know … Continue reading →

…..but Father! Art is utility in the extreme! A smoothed, grooved, sledge-hammer handle. Mona Lisa smiling from her Louve wall. A Winslow Homer skiff, tacking on the waves. All lead to well smashed cinder blocks… concepts… say, proportion, balance… interpreted, … Continue reading →

When the dust and ash have settled in the sand and all that remains of my remains floating in the sea are splashes of my souls memories coming back to mind, then fading… BUT! I REMEMBER YOU! when you come … Continue reading →

chorus to be sung at the beginning and the end) My love, you know we can’t be sure about tomorrow for “today” is all that heaven gives for sure. But you can be sure that I will love you past … Continue reading →

If Kisses cured and Making Love restored us, well, again and Touch was found to be THE Greatest-Natural-Preventative-Eliexor- EVER! Oh! My Lord! How healthy my Love and I would be! And if the time it takes for showing love and … Continue reading →

She comes on… A levitating stiletto. Blade honed, for a slice to the bone. All hints of soft curves, or round mounds to rest your lips on or baby suckling, gone, hidden beneath her long, black, thigh high alpacca, turtle-neck-sweater … Continue reading →

The old man wobbles into the hotel after the sidewalk’s been hosed and swept and the entry door’s hooked open. “Buenos Dias, Nina!” he growls to the young receptionist behind the front desk. She is the owners daughter. She taps … Continue reading →

No Ugly Duckling tale, this… No startling-evolving into the Queen of Swans, Majestic, on some pond. No. This girl will be forever ordinary. A plain girl, walking the whirling streets of Rome! Stumbling on the cobble stone. Where, (though how … Continue reading →

…made of fiberglass, perhaps. Hanging on a wall in a restaurant in Rome. Unassuming. With two matching, interlocking partners, one above, the other below. But they are formed in the shape of ancient blocks of marble. From Carrera. The marble … Continue reading →