blue tango
in paris
to the north east
im close to you
i feel your breath
beneath a blue constume
you wait for me
benaeth the weeping whimpers of a willow
above cobblestone and this nights rain
you wait

Dear Soriah

Tia, Hombre, Amiga,
Sister Soriah:
Like five points of a star
We were bright
Like un mar de nubes cradling the moon
We were soft
Like a mescla of Canarian spanish, English, Itallian and Catalan
We were diverse
Dance Dance Dance
Like the wine that streams through our blood
Estamos contento

Weve gone and locked otuselves
once again,
In teh four cornered company
of dear friends.
Singing in a foreign tongue
Cups in "salud" with Canary rum
Laughing, we Dance.
Take a funny photo on her lap
My hand, in a peace sign-
And we laugh
And we laugh

Lost my journal in Lanzarote...

It,s funny, we can talk bhudism and sit cross legged while we commiserate about the woes of american capitalism infiltrating even the corners of this las palmas life. but... put a cup of rum in our hands, and a cigarette in your mouth? And the party has begun, my friend.

cigarette ashes fall
on our heads
from apartments above
and my dreams area now in black and white
orange flames and my dreams are black and white

I was born Jewish
But Karma is my religion.

(To be read next to my painted tree)

Swaying Branches of Burning flame
Blow curious Winds
Through our mountainous stature.
Lighter than we thought,
We waver with every whispered breath
Two, like self-awareness
We Stand
On fertile ground, reminded
Of all things mortal

And with barefeet?
We Speak
And in a solar tongue?
We pray.
And in lunar rhythm?
We dance.

Inventory of a Workshop

Inventory of a Workshop

A Blank canvas like infant purity
Dusty paintbrishes like elderly wisdom
An ax like your grandfathers hand
Old front doors like a blank scrap book
Screwdrivers like crayola crayons
Wet paint like morning dew
Nails of plenty like the salt of the sea
Rusting sheet metal like shades of an orange sunset
Mismatched gloves like an odd left shoe
A chainsaw like a murder mystery
Cans of paint, dripping like sweet honey from the corners of your mouth
Alphabetically organized, pen labeled drawers like an Indian spice cabinet
Masks like the burden of fear
Stacked buckets like procrastination
Rusting chain like forgotten promises
A Drill like the hole left in your heart
Blueprints of a sculpture, like your baby´s first steps
Stone walls like a fairytale
Cement floors like a Decemeber ice sckating rink
Hilos, sargentos, colas, alicantes, tornillos, llaves, alambres, gomas, brocas, martillos, discos, rodillos, espatulas, pinceles
A book of poems
A photo of you and your dog
Music like a beating heart
Life like seasons
And love like the story of two people who fell for eachother, the mountains, the son they created and the art of it all.