Tag Archives: paint

Linea Libra

Your skin is a transmission; a message speaking of days spent at the easel and loves that touched you. A small silhouette sits on the cover of your bookish back. I can read your name in the notches of your … Continue reading

Posted in poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

We’re two blossoms on the same bare and lonesome branch

I tried to write a sestina for you but I didn’t like it; the words I selected had stood grumbling like party guests that didn’t get along. If a transmission is to be sent, it’s easiest to write unencrypted, spelled … Continue reading

Posted in poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

In Spring it is the dawn

I knew when you sat down. It’s strange to think it’s been a year since I landed that first kiss, and a year since you waltzed through my door and confessed you wanted me to be your boyfriend. My hands … Continue reading

Posted in poems | Tagged , , , , | 1 Comment

Paintings like prairie fires

Whose hands are these? that cover over other points of light standing on white canvasses. Who makes them green? Who holds the brushes? What colors doe she use? She fills the white spaces on the floor like water fills a … Continue reading

Posted in poems | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment