Long Windward Poems

Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your old pair of getaway feet gives 
a different walk of...

Read More

The orbiting host of a forenoon sky claims a sunny day. They are attributed for the better part of each year, primarily affecting the island's leeward side. On its windward side, periodic downpours from time...

Read More

And so I ponder my frailities as give giveness to the/they that are in response to my/your parental misgivings, the way windward wade their roughened cinder complexities confided to an annotated disgfiured desire-repost postured, annotized...

Read More

THE STRANGER MAN (2)

They who posses tire
out and loose more
in keeping.
As homeowner never
have I felt at home
But closer home as
squatter and
settler.
The crop man crops
his way through
life,
The dry cleaner
cannot subdue the
muck;
The well heeled
can’t afford inner
balm with...

Read More

It was a still October night when I was cold and all alone
as through the forest of my mind in thought I wandered on my own
The moon lay hidden by the clouds that rested heavy...

Read More

                                  ...

Read More

                   We sail on the waves of celestial artistry,
        ...

Read More

P.O.E.m 2012

I.
---

Peitro is barely three years old
Eleonora, his great-grandmother, eighty-three
And yet, they are the closest of friends
Carrying on and laughing in the library but
Even the studious patrons don't stare in scold

Over in the children's section...

Read More

"Paint" -Part the Second-

Aye kind sir we'll abide by that...
Command so verily well given...
Yet 'tis to paint this silky ship...
We are thus merrily driven!

Now lads can ye not...
See through yer sot...
That paint 'as no worth...

Read More

A tunnel of branches with leafy green shade
Arc over the winding quiet road
On our windward island’s side
Heading toward the north shore
Where giant waves treat surfers
To the thrill of a lifetime in winter season.
Look deeper into...

Read More

I know you're out there
    I can hear you ... typing, rat-a-tat-tat
      I echo it, but place with intent
       each finger-step...

Read More

    'in the blink of an eye"



the camera lense inside my eye decided to take flight
upon an adventurous love affair intending to ignite
while in the midst of viewing landscapes beautiful symmetry
capturing on...

Read More

I know you're out there ...
    I can hear you ... typing, rat-a-tat-tat
      I echo it, but place with intent
       each...

Read More

It caught my eye as I walked by
On a cool and cloudy morning
So, I stopped a bit to stare at it
And right away with no dismay
The memories came flooding back
Of an August day thirty years...

Read More

He left the boat tied fore and aft on the windward side of the ramp
It was low tide and kelp covered most of the low end
The usual crowd was watching his every move
Sitting there in...

Read More

^ ^

From an abyss of the darkness, I hear incantation 
It slowly ascends, sun awakening canyons,
Windward it heralds those sleeping, to wonder....
with a visual score, that deepens with thunder,
sweeping me under, to lighten the soul


-at...

Read More

the salt sweats into the flung spray
  the stirred spume of the waters  
   twining the molecules of the morning's
     gaze
to windward it lazily plays
  like...

Read More

Vibrant, sunlit aqua bands streak over grey sky,
As smoky purple, broad brush strokes under them lie.
Deeply drink this bolder winter palette, before it passes by!

Snow clings to the windward side of barren trees,
Like white icing...

Read More

At the first sign of light, I can hear incantation
slowly  ascending,  from the depths of the canyons
Windward it's calling to get my attention
while my eyes search the sunrise, to look into heaven

Gliding with...

Read More

Heritage enclaves of my memory
dissolved away ...
Disappeared the night my freedom died
I woke up the next day,
		my liberty completely necroticized
Seeing my new reality
		     thru dead tyranny zombie eyes
No more freewill;
just a...

Read More

aft’ the storm’s the cure
the salt licks his face

though trenches’s formed
as foam settles down

will his Tessie rest
in his windward eyes

will she lay on his treasure chest
hearing the ebb and flow

as his vocal cords desist
from commanding...

Read More

Through you I seek to know:
What happened once below?

You ferns of resistance, I see you
Mixing it upward with 
A firm stance. 
(Such steely green weeds
Do smirk indeed
Above the empty path of horizon’s eye,
Blackened to nowhere).

What,...

Read More

The Dark

If I were a color, I think I would be pink. 
It is soft and sweet, the smell, the kindest treat. 
Perhaps not…
If I were an animal, I think I would be a giraffe.
They...

Read More

A feeling escapes, as night coalescing winter. 
A cancerous sorrow innate. 
A Familiar, a servant of Sinners.
Faithlessness, neglecting to find  eternity.

Here she moves along deepened.
Apathy.
Nothingness wraiths, as shadow yet fallen.
Runic signs which carry her...

Read More

I was the moonlit night of lapid love
Some confused lores of a tortured mind
A tongue to tell, to speak of truth jogia
Then to live in shades of encumbered lies.

No soul enamoured in this wide world
That...

Read More