Seven

The cord in coffee

A brown table

Articles 


Memories jetsam

Here is where it happened

Body submerged like children at play in the pool

Lost pennies of treasure

Down in compunction

Nails lit in silver antiquity

Green articles of Rimbaud

Fast in the book

I lift unfashioned

Still in time

Still a place

A droplet

Sun shimmed

If only to remember

Her voice

A wreckage in conscience

Her body stained on my tongue

Innocent

No angels fallen to dark countries

Our fever

Always a violent rose

Gardens of spring

Animals

Last sculpture to Rome

Inertia arrested

Voice of pickets in her eyes

Mad vessels launched into absence and sea

She prays

Night touches the white god

Enabled

Willing in images

Never convinced

Here is where it happened

The cord in coffee

Spilled intimacy

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Lovely how Coffee can bring out the secrets of our hearts, the intense complexities of our thoughts spill forth as we sip the silken black aromas of the morning.
Get me some Coffee MAN!
LOL
I love the innocence that is elevated within this piece, and have lived it several mornings over... with only one whom my eyes have never met.