Spiritual

What...

Recognition

Painting JFK

Plunge in with a sombre red, Arm yourself with a palette and easel like Picasso, Is the canvas about lazy cows or dazzling sun-sets? Narrow the field to portraits of JFK or still life plums,
Cherry

When Did I Lose It?

Reclamation of a lost hope
Cherry

Retrace me

No need for lock and key where I go shadow-less. Torn into blue my shade, mangled and frayed, away from do and don’t I disobeyed. No trace of the old house, the winding road, the gate.

Unresolved

Unresolved lie the things of the heart, locked rooms, where keys have been lost, or windows closed to the air of spring or books left out in a foreign tongue.

Bukowski's Painting of the Bull

Bukowski pinned us about seventeen years ago. I was born eight years earlier and had nothing to Arm myself against the bombardment of reality.