6 days agopriests of the stearman biplaneThe blue and yellow crop-duster Flies towards my sister Margaret and I As we stand barefoot Between the corral of udder-drained Holstein cows And the wood piles rife with black widows. She, the youngest of 5 girls. I, the youngest of 5 boys. The planes are always flying in and…Writer2 min readWriter2 min read
Sep 20the dirt road cuts throughThe dirt road cuts through Naked vineyards dead of leaf cover. Grotesque branches crucified and Jesus-like On wires. Wires to keep the rows straight. Embarrassed by their own nakedness Desperate to be hidden by night sky And the tule fog that rolls in from the Delta. I know your shame. …Writing2 min readWriting2 min read
Sep 19cheeks dappled an earthy rougefollies bergere and mumblety-peg. water-colored tresses and fabric flows. sketched breasts and sinew. areola colored with the slightest nuance. lips parted in ahh. cheeks dappled an earthy rouge. knees warmed by black india ink. She? Liquidity… artist unknownPoems On Medium1 min readPoems On Medium1 min read
Sep 18clean-barrel shotI hear the rifle report. I turn away at the trigger squeeze The sound of the shot is efficient. Crisp. A clean barrel shot. Not cheap I had been asked to help position the cow To give the shooter a clear shot. I hear the thud of an 800-pound animal …Poem2 min readPoem2 min read
Sep 16a delicious whimsya delicious whimsy becomes when one deigns to be bright rather than right! Alexandra von FuerstPoem1 min readPoem1 min read
Sep 15belching foghornsRed poppy in vase. Seen through the gauze of a Puget Sound fog. Haunted by belching foghorns. Morris Graves- Red Poppy in Vase Watercolor on paper, 18 x 13 5/16 inches Signed and dated (on the back, at lower right, in pencil): Graves ‘52 Executed in 1952Poem1 min readPoem1 min read
Sep 15time to dieDad holds me in a headlock In a rage, renting tufts of hair off my scalp With a pair of thin, silver cutting shears. Hair that I was stoking with my fingers Moments before Enjoying its softness that was newly borne From a steady and tender Central Valley rain. His…Writing2 min readWriting2 min read
Sep 14les cinq ballonsles cinq ballons heart bright. feather light. gutsy in their richness. Alexander Calder — BalloonsPoems On Medium1 min readPoems On Medium1 min read
Sep 13indigo pleasures in the nightoh, my! indigo pleasures in the night. undulate, flow, and sweep me to mysterious ecstasies. James Nares (British, b. 1953) — Take 118 — Blue Black, oil on canvas, (1997)Poems On Medium1 min readPoems On Medium1 min read