Monthly Archives: April 2011

          Summers in New York can be punishing.  Add to this a clumsy fall and a leg cast.  Subtract a Cape Cod vacation.  Take away a day trip to anywhere.  That leaves crutches and karma in a broiling burgh.           … Continue reading →

Laughter A red balloon escapes Filled with stars Soaring,  exploding Showering,  shimmering Back to Earth Sparking  chaos on Belly, lips and eyes Filling rooms with Light and Serendipity

Lone   liquid, lucent  Pearled odalisque   languishing in midnite blue Scent of lemons   in white porcelain bowl Sounds of counterpoint   softly strumming lute Fractured thoughts   eyed through tinted prism                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Black cat hesitates   at shadowed shutters Nothing intrudes … Continue reading →

Worshipped and feared The font of human creation The source of exquisite joy The vaulted treasure of all men That topography of extreme pleasure That ridged, moving, gripping chamber That maze of woman’s muscled mystery That arena where both fighters win Protected … Continue reading →

Tigris Bengal, Siberian Free and roaming Grasslands, swamps Imprisoned only by your stripes A pantheric statement In bold orange and black Proudly modeling Lighter underpants Male, predatory, sinewed and solitary Scanning the horizon For mate and kits To share paw-clenched prey … Continue reading →

A hush descends As midnite shadows form And sleeping cat Mirrors crescent moon Domain of indigo and blackbirds Now glimpsed with emerald lites Where faeries romp With tiny sceptered queen I’m lightly tapped with rubied wand And moondust music caresses … Continue reading →

          Winter.  The frost is on the pumpkin, and I’m ready for a lift.  So I plan a special dinner party with a medieval theme.  That means a roast suckling pig.  And herein lies a tale.           Pretending to know what … Continue reading →

Sacred to Pasht Egypt’s eyes of turquoise and amber Arabesque flurries Nijinsky moves Tuxedo cat in permanent leotards Black to the ankles White paws, matching mouth-mask Miming the mime Bronx mother-cat Arms crossed Resting on pillowed window sills Appraising, judging … Continue reading →

          Why can’t I fry up bacon and eggs like the corner diner?  Is it the years of accumulated griddle grease?  Or that certain elan of the short order cook who looks like he just finished a ten year stretch … Continue reading →

My train and I depart dragging from patterned Past Reluctantly, hanging on to dun-colored known And through a dust-speckled window and twilite murky I contemplate destinations unknown.  Oblivious of constant Now Trees and cottages flash pine and flagstone into Past While racing dogs and ravens escort me, breathless Into a Future of … Continue reading →