Wednesday, September 8, 2010

her life and my art

"her life and my art"

her life had none of her art
and her art had little life.

but her life was nonetheless
a brush fire beside a wishing well
underneath a loud overpass
where poets roast each other
on a winter's solstice
caught forever in Saturn Return
never to see daylight again

and that vision of her life is my art
so we are even and thankful to have each other.


  1. I must say your blog is a fortunate find! Your words accompanied by your voice your poetry comes alive! Purely magical. I think I should stay awhile, as I am enjoying my visit.

  2. thank you for your visit. i have been to your blog and revisit often now. here's to a continuing discussion. write on.


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