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11.7




One changes

It's true that most of my work
couched in the primitive and myth
is no more
than illustration
of the thankless task
of being me.







10.26

I’m stripping my life ,
down to bare bones,
darning holes in socks.
It’s a poor metaphor
but
I just don’t know
what I need/want to wear anymore.







10.17

Just another morning.

She makes flower arrangements
in small bottles and vases;
one particularly precious-
a pink geranium
couched in green sprigs,
bound to win a ribbon
or certainly coos.

Percolating coffee
burps and hisses
while the hair
on my bare, crossed legs
object to the chilly kitchen
and huddle plaintively.








10.9

How easily
I am set aside ;
An old mug
Shelved .

Amuses me
Since the porcelain
Is admirably
Decorated
And
Often admired.

Can’t buy love.
Can't sell art.
Nupe
Nupe
Nupe!







10.5

why knot
this Gordian eve
this Harvest moon
that leads shadows
from behind shadows.

In robes
a little chilly
as I remember.

If all else fails
insert a dream.










9.20





Work about New Zealand
Mostly done
Waiting for Erato's imprimatur







9.20

Carmine is a nice tone;
Laid on lips just so,
Lips which smile,
Or sulk-
As is their want.

💋







9.5

write
right?
it's the rain
mixed in with
cicadas buzzing wings
whose chirping cannot
open the clouds to
a full moon.

which

were it here
would erase this peace
that I now enjoy.








9.3

Such a moon!
She shames the stars
Who merely twinkle.

This bright circle
A time machine
Whirring my heart.

Dizzy with love
It drums a two step
Dance for me still.








8.31



This lost in paintings changes
Becomes this anew start
As I so enjoyed seeing it in
My library of images
And wanted to try it again.
To Whit:





Very early stage
Too tight
But a good place to start.
Wish me luck mermaid







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