Monday, July 15, 2013

hidden in plain sight

her love song to you

Io più gatto

Artwork by Wanda Wulz.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Catrin Welz-Stein ~ Artist

Gabriel Pacheco ~ Artist... and a poem

What’s Left

How often now, raging weeping for the days
love gives then takes away, takes from you
the slightly chapped hand laid on the one
you’re pointing at a tree, and the voice
that breathes coffeeberry bush into your mouth.  
The finger that taps and feathers your ear
but the giggle’s gone before you turn around.
The sandalwood scent hanging in the room,
the auburn strand like a flaw in the porcelain,
the off-course nail clipping in the carpet.
The days eat into your stomach, knife you
with longing for relief from love
that you cannot leave or leave alone,
from its rings of fire where you won’t
burn down to ash or be transformed.
You become them, and they keep burning
and have a coffeeberry voice.
           Listen how
                     their rhymes sing
                               the little deaths you live.

Source: Poetry (April 2011).

Friday, July 5, 2013

born on the 4th of july

In loving memory of
James Patrick Powers
July 4, 1958 - July 29, 2002