Friday, March 8, 2013

Popcorn Johnnie's Wood Roses

Spring is on its way here in South Florida 
and the warming weather brought me out for a walk 
through Popcorn Johnnie's vacant land 
at the end of 39th street.


















  











Ah, Johnny, it was good to know you!

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Sunday, July 10, 2011

So quiet in here


There was a Time, before memory, when all forms shined in the cool splendor of the distant stars.

There was a Time in which life swam toward shallow ledges and broken rock, seeking nourishment in that which moves slowly. 

That was a Time before words, before cave sites and grave sites, before starving masses, buddhas, and Ish.

Mediterranean France

Sarasota, Florida

Time was something like that, Johnny, as I walked across the tight-fitting red bricks you laid here just last year, or so it seems.

That was a slow Time, a time when you and I wore saffron robes and swam strongly toward the cracks heeding our lust for one more day.


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Looking Out

There will always be questions


needing answers we hope will complete us.


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Sunday, July 3, 2011

ALLMAN in PARIS



All men seek Paris for something
like a memorable moment of life.


We men make noises about that moment
 and some of us make noise our tag.

No difference.




Friday, May 27, 2011

Windows into Self

You are looking at patterns,
things that one sees when
they tire while folding
and cutting and
shifting the shapes.



Such wonders these shapes 
and colors that come falling
on mirrors and windows
and closets and doors!

I know this boat is me;
and you, soul of my self,
are locked in the bow
of this flagship.

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Monday, April 11, 2011

A Tree

There is not much creative pride
to be milked from a photograph

"I think that I shall never see ..."

other than making the exposure which says
"look at the wonders in this beautiful world."

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man made tree, North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh, NC
click to enlarge

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Red Poppi

I have hundreds of pictures of Poppi in my files. 
None of them seems to capture the reason why 
I cannot easily take my eyes off her.


I suspect this view of Poppi is as close as I can come
to articulating my obsession with her,
even as she shows me her backside.

click to enlarge

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