Long Ansel Poems

Self-Addressed Stamped Envelope

Horrid tin on wet paper. Coastal fragments of an empire twilight. Nonsense to corners in a deck along the warped cabin. Would you be silent for a moment? Afraid it seems, all these...

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[A cuppa with mademoiselle Fana Tesfagiorgis] 

I had just driven my ageless self into the Kaufmanns’ 1936–1939 
Frank Lloyd Wright-constructed Pennsylvania getaway:Falling Water Mansion– 
In a 1959 Harley Earl, Cadillac Eldorado Convertible, and in the...

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"When words become unclear I shall focus with photographs.
When images become inadequate I shall be content with silence." 
- Ansel Adams. 


A photograph with you in collage I found in old album,
the treasured snapshots of...

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I am wondrous!
A sane person thinks me mad.
Ha!  But then again, the insane
will think I am sane.
I have fooled all of them.
I have even fooled myself.

Which is not easy.
Considering I am so intelligent. ...

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Moonrise at the end of an infinite desert highway,
Whispering to you while a delicate evening sighs,
Or, peering out from behind mighty obsidian anvils,
She delights and surprises in immensity, an all-seeing eye.

The pale-faced moon of Shakespeare,...

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In Response to Carolyn Devonshire

Artist Ansel Adams and a Deceased War Veteran Widow

Beautiful things begin by being black and white
So you can start off and get things right
Saving a place for each picture in your...

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What unforeseen force determines our course
On journeys throughout our days? 
What drives the notions to cross deep oceans
That for some, become early graves?  

What causes our dreams that move us it seems
To continually seek...

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Hot like chocolate lave cake right out of the oven

Beautiful like the mesmerising sight of the sunset meeting the sunrise
 
Tender like a bird building a nest to protect her baby eggs against bad weather

Sweet...

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It felt like home
with a slight 
taste of loneliness
while the tv was on,
and you laughed
saying it watches you.....
and here we are once more
looking at the deer
out the bedroom window
our clothes on,
you said it would wreck...

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Shadows of light and darkness
Contrasting images of El Capitan
Half Dome sliced by an ice age glacier

I met him that day in Yosemite
Touched by the unique qualities of his photos
Fine prints are displayed at his gallery

I...

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And I guess you could have called it,
a Larry Burrows kind of day, with its 
grey-white, soft light, grainy Tri-X sky  

while the V.C. and the grunts, continued
hard at play; and some were dead...

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