ophelia and me

wall art

2010-08-11T12:26:00.000-04:00

Wall Art

2010-03-15T13:25:00.000-04:00

his coat

2010-01-30T22:31:00.001-05:00

Fanning waves in the air
sinking fast into sleep melodious
in dreams beneath an orchards shelter
running with a song through streaming meadows

The shuffling of cards
comes to life's last bet
The spotlight fades as her voice cracks
one clap resounding
pulling at the heart

Diamonds stitched tight across
moonlight speeds though stealing away
an empty stage with no more use
a passage closed for good

Light reflects off cuff links
never worn but lovingly cared for
saved for a special occasion
at last aired and worn

As he runs down the road into the night
betting on meadows and fields
through swamps and marshy pastures
a sandy road into Tomorrow

Wall Art - FUCK

2009-12-13T13:45:00.002-05:00

Art Worker

2009-07-01T22:57:00.001-04:00

moving through the twilight
between fast moving trains
disappearing into unknown fields
distances beyond this harbour

an artist works
replacing rust with colour
covering the dust
filling the dark with paint
illuminating the emptiness

a junkyard,
a cemetery
of railway cars, an artists studio
practicing, perfecting, changing
illuminating

the expression of a stranger
whizzing by on the tracks
a commuter seeing
sitting
smiles

far away another soul
scowls
preparing his whitewash for another day
and on a mattress in an empty room
another sleeps
exhausted
from the nights genius

wall art

2009-07-01T00:39:00.002-04:00

links

2009-05-01T00:16:00.002-04:00

I let the chain fall through my fingers. Chains are broken so easily.
Remember those chain letters you used to get when you were a kid? I used to put them under my mattress. Sometimes I'd let me little sister use the back of the pages to draw on. It made me happy to see someone’s dreams covered over with crayon drawings of people who looked like boxy robots. especially when they were blue people.
I'm going to be a spinster aren't i? Sitting there, old, with my cats. A lone woman. Shit! I forgot to fill the dogs water bowl this morning. I don't even have a cat, I have a huge dog. I really got things wrong didn't I? Maybe it was because I always broke the chain when I was 8. Holly Golightly had a cat. Things still worked out for her. I wonder what happens if you already have a dog. Why can't I at least get the old maid thing right? I think its my name. Sarah, Katie, Jennifer’s... they never end up with the Reginald's. They marry the Johns and the Marks. Anna's sleep with Matt’s. Mary's are the mistresses. I'd better just go home and feed Max. Tell him Chris won't be coming round anymore. And tell him I'm changing his name to Wentworth.

wall art

2009-03-30T23:32:00.001-04:00

dance moves

2009-02-26T23:20:00.002-05:00

A hot tub in the middle of the desert
a bored kid in a gas station gets held up
over one hundred miles away
and there’s a meteor shower

a pirouette and some new hip hop moves
no one just breaks into song
but somewhere someone’s heart soars
and the lonely are still alone

this tree grows on an ancient spring
a home isn't a home until it's seen
a child born and a couple wed
even beautiful people have to die

today is just today
the crowds rush past
on a business district street corner
past the carts in the Indian market
the lonely are never alone

wall art

2009-02-16T23:28:00.002-05:00

In sync II

2009-02-14T23:17:00.001-05:00

Going with the wind
into the obscurity
with its sprinkling of stars
a track stretching for miles
roads rolling out behind

Mending your wings
pricking to pull them tight
the silky material of dreams
light as the wind in your curls
thick with poetry, with reverie

I don't know where to find you
I watch the moon, wherever
you are you sleep
I paint its colourful menagerie and
when I look the pages are blank

Waiting to be filled and
lost behind when i think they are

The wisps of my old dream
the thread of a thought
caught on, dragging through the dirt
never to let go,
unbeknownst to me

only seeing the emptiness
the light, the pure white
the road rolls out behind but
leaves me on the horizon of desert
waiting for my mirage

In sync I

2009-02-14T23:14:00.000-05:00

Standing on the horizon
the road rolls out behind you
and only desert lay ahead
you watch, frozen, waiting for a mirage

But the moon shines still
and while I watch the sunset
you always see it rise
close your eyes and your soaring

In front of you, in reverie
the waves crash into rolling dunes
and coats dragging through desert sands
you stroll already knowing your way

A dewdrop morning
a quarter saved
healed and broken wings
Juliets sense

In desert winds that block the sun
you hear their tune
homeless beats and a strangers whisper
you guide an orchestra

In the deepest blues
you see endless colours
you see lilacs and hope
for sails and pink champagne

wall art

2009-01-30T23:35:00.000-05:00

wall art

2009-01-30T23:01:00.001-05:00

perjury and masturbation

2008-12-13T22:54:00.000-05:00

hot wax drips onto red flowers
the smell of honey and of dirt
a fridge full of condiments
a broken shower head
cracked glass in picture frames

imperfect family photos
the fluffy white dog and his real smile
the smoke detector alarms
and the flames lick away

photo albums and crayon drawings
kindling made of twin beds
abandoned by matching girls
the ceiling cracks and the floor gives way

a red leash by the door
a shallow grave in the backyard
but this house has been long abandoned
left to decay by those decaying

Wall Art

2008-11-01T13:42:00.001-04:00

ophelia and me

2008-10-30T22:52:00.001-04:00

a cinderblock of pain
a darkness, black and blue
a silver lining rusted to gray
metal cracks that cut
memories that sting

ophelia was fourteen
katie was ten
and she was only three

the light streams through the surface
flowers float, carried away
but safe beneath the current swirls

contained,
free to float
blackness sways to settle
memories bubble away
and when it rains it storms

unfinished/ written in spain - july 08

2008-08-30T22:39:00.002-04:00

black and white images
a menu for a famous restaurant
mouru fraiche, the catch of the day
an empty village as the sun rises
cobblestone hills and winding alleyways
the drifting smells of bread

the man on the corner awaits
guitar ready and jacket pulled tight
vendors set up the market stalls
strawberries spill and are crushed in the path
a crab escapes and scuttles beneath the fruit

Elsewhere, here, its the same time
different people, different spaces
trucks roar by, towers reach up
Technicolors whiz around
bubblegum sticks to your shoe

the woman on the corner awaits
foot tapping and jacket pulled tight
you stare at that bench
but you have money to make

her eyes

2008-08-30T22:35:00.001-04:00

Impossible to describe
The sad look in her eyes
depths of turquoise in her dress
The covering of dripping jewels
All plastic or glass catching the glow
Singing in the spotlight she falters
The bar feels empty
Yet the men sit
Slouched around the tables
Expressionless faces
no one hearing

No one catches the moment
Impossible to describe
A realization, an epiphany
And the dusty bar fades with the night
The spotlight wavers, catches on something
and everything seems to shimmer
She has waited her life for this moment,
This is the crest
she realizes she’s already on the decline
Waiting for her fairytale life
realized that it has come and gone
Not by choice but with the passing of time
And her voice cracks
But she’ll move on
She will smoke an extra pack of cigarettes
Before noon
And she will take her frustrations out
On the wrinkling round her eyes
Her yellowing skin or broken nail
And she’ll sing.

Wall Art - Madness

2008-08-15T13:36:00.002-04:00

the smell of lilacs

2008-07-25T22:45:00.001-04:00

you never know when
an opportunity cannot be missed
so you turn to see
you scan a face but nothings there
and as you pass you notice
you nearly catch his eye
and you know

old black and white films
sailboats and pink champagne
a rendezvous with a handsome stranger
and all of your favourite things

you remember to breath again
you dismiss everything
but you know what will happen
you do not anticipate the emotion
but you look forward to the kiss

a fluttering of white leaves
the drop of a flower into a streaming river
dancing until dawn on the riverboat, swirling
laughing yourself into exhaustion

you turn to see him across the crowd
your eyes lock and he slowly grins
his dark eyes turn a sparkling blue
you distract yourself
lose yourself in the music

the wind in your hair
perfectly placed wild daisies and lilies
remembering an old favourite song
standing in the middle of the road at midnight
all of your favourite things

the voice behind you
is a voice you've always known
a voice you'll never forget
a tentative step and a slight turn
a kiss that lasts forever

what you didn't expect
was that when the music died
and you turned around
that he would still be there
and your heart was still beating
with the first emotions of love

Wall Art

2008-07-15T13:38:00.001-04:00

written in spain - july 08

2008-07-14T22:29:00.000-04:00

Skipping stones across crashing waves
picking cherry blossoms from a garden of vines
listen for the sounds of hummingbirds wings
find joy in its reverie

With oranges from china
a long journey ahead
sails billowing and then they catch the wind
as one tear rolls down
he's not there to watch its track

expectations of rhymes
A stony shore on a long coast
early morning and sleepless nights
fairytale endings are fast awaited
but already left behind

moonshine

2008-07-12T22:26:00.001-04:00

Moonshine and dragon spirits
a damsel in distress cries out
the woman on the corner waits
coats dragging on the dirty floor
flashing whirling city lights stalk the night

Cry out! Let down your hair
the ghosts of heroes and villains swell
times long forgot when one could hear
the hoof beats imprinting the way
your knight in shining armor
a bottle or a cork away