On Love  They knew alright  The ancient poets  They knew about love. Chanting about the suffering  in its nauseating highs highs that kicked the chemicals  of the body past the tipping point  when the vitals spill slop  impossible to catch or clean pressing the heart’s gas pedal  as if aging were some  scroll of scenery […]

Writing poetry and painting are (for me ) at times , at cross purposes. I am working furiously on small colored inks right now as salable adjuncts to the large paintings , I’ll have in P’s Gallery at Longview opening October 2nd. The problems of composition , color ,placement of forms are ‘wordless’  apparitions directing […]

Well-Dressed Sky Like a flicked flea This cold Wednesday Tumbles across the room Rights itself And leaps again Toward the warm blood Of a passing dog. The Sky’s arms Are wide open, loving Above the young naked elms Promising full-breasted embraces From the clouds. There is no choice But to turn from her charms Carrying […]