The sky is on fire ruby red sunset streaked with desire as if painted fish swim the the mountains A path spilling from the hills…
The sky is on fire ruby red sunset streaked with desire as if painted fish swim the the mountains A path spilling from the hills…
On the edge of town the gypsy unlatches her cart windows wide open curtains flung free to the night air wafting magic everywhere Wares, Trinkets…
Some men see colors and grow crops at the foot of rainbows They paint sunsets balancing on terraces singing of cloudless climes Some men make…
I drew him as he stood in the morning light on a stairway to statues crafted from the veins of David. Now I must go…
I missed National Poetry Day, or maybe I was a day early by posting the extraordinary work of Langston Hughes. I have many favorite poets,…
I escaped with tiny, shimmering coins stuffed in my pockets finally running free with you and Mad Desire. I was only one step ahead of…
A night created in exuberant madness an artist undone the talented, eccentric, angry one mastered creation in those swirling hues the glorious brights the serene…