Awash in Light’s poetry
the pelican transforms
into wood and butter,
a feathered knight.
But when fickle Light
rescinds Her majesty,
you are treading water
and fish-hungry again.
Winner of Honorable Mention Award at the Fourth Annual Show of Shows Exhibition, Von Liebig Art Center, September 2011
At the carnival, I made believe my camera was a painter’s brush…or the conductor’s baton.
For the Zen Assassin
. . . and she’s not coming home alone tonight.
What happens on the merry-go-round, stays on the merry-go-round.
Believe her when she says, “I love strawberry ice cream!”
Give me a drink. Surround me in neon. Abracadabra, I’m beautiful.
Maybe it has something to do with my love for Monet, but I like blurry photos.Blue Night
Flowers are Nature’s fireworks.
The way the sunlight peppers the boots? The grass shavings? What makes this image compelling? Related question: is gardening magic work?
Where she went, nobody knows.