Monthly Archives: October 2012

“The impossible can always be broken down into possibilities.”–Unknown -1- Ariel was reading again. The stack of garden books beside his bed told him everything he needed to know. He pored over the pages of magical places–Giverny, Hidecote, Kew. The … Continue reading →

“Men, who needs ’em?”–source unknown The two women on this moonlit beach Have only eyes for one another, As I, excluded for my gender Swim unseen in the foam. The two women exchange fervid kisses Twist their limbs in the … Continue reading →

(in response to the Chagall painting “Birthday”) I brought you something for your birthday, he said hovering in air head twisted to kiss her as she walked away with his flowers. How much do you love me? she said coyly. Why I’d … Continue reading →

Yes it’s you and me again walking through a brothers Grimm forest destined one day for urban renewal. Snow’s thawed ground’s dry & spring’s the mischief in us. We lie down for yet another undress rehearsal of Lady Chatterly in … Continue reading →

(for J. Merrick, 1862-90) Wearing his Sunday best the thing sits upright on his bed beside the open black dressing bag. His smooth girl’s hand gently strokes the razor shoehorn & cigarette case– the mirror long since removed. Picking up … Continue reading →

God there are some mornings I could drive my Datsun thru brick walls with the confidence of Handel’s Water Music ………………………………………… (I’ve reversed this poem’s location with the one that follows just because I have been talking about art and passion. … Continue reading →

As photographs go this is a defining moment. Dad steps from the ocean wearing a green ball-cap bronze pectorals glistening. De profundis. The only things missing are marlin and trident. Spirit. He has emerged. Transcendent. He will live forever. Self. … Continue reading →

It was truly a magnificent specimen. He had found it as he pulled the tiny boat close by the shore in the sheltered inlet. The pearlized pink had struck his eye as he searched for a secure and safe landing … Continue reading →

(of my son, 4) Quiet footsteps & people leaving rooms talk in whispers– curtains drawn slowly across his falling lids as colours fade to black in Lawnmower Land a place where he can drive a large truck inspecting garbage bins … Continue reading →

“To burn always with this hard, gem-like flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life.” (Walter Pater) Walter Pater’s quote asserts that actualizing and experiencing our spirit and passions is perhaps one of the finest possibilities in and of … Continue reading →