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Neen and Grampa, Love You Always

Neen and Grampa, Love You Always

webs

webs

Angel Robin

Angel Robin
MANY of these photos are courtesy of my SoulMate, my Beloved Eternal, Robin Taylor.

We Meet Again...

We Meet Again...

Lovers

Lovers

VirtuosoBabe

VirtuosoBabe

FreddieBrianBabyKitty

FreddieBrianBabyKitty

Cathy's Babies

Cathy's Babies

Friday, March 29, 2013

the name of the


your hug so awkward, tentative: a dream?
~~~~
"Should I do this?"


(a torrid tasty tragic Dream)

 ~~~~
miniature Golden Roses fill 
electrocuted Air,
drift toward Storied Seas, toward Heavens...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
floral petals drip glue-glow--blood-rose, your garish hair!
I am sprayed, too;  unclean anew, 
a blur of displaced molecules... 

and you look like my friend again...
I thought my Mind deleted you

but


 you hold fast to your Promises; I cringe; I cling to mine

Thank You
~~~~~
~~~~~

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Melancholy, Heart-mine, til I see:
                 She heaves gossamer virgin playthings;
                           tosses torrents,
                               frees frozen Music spirits:
                                  toys for waking Trees

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

spiders (draft #1 - a cold Write)

a sprig of spider-sprayed chrysanthemum and then...

aBeam! a Birth! new planets form rings,
their colors at first dull, like this present Winter's
sloppy, lackluster, grey plastered shades, slapped sans Soul everywhere I see...

but these Rounds brighten!

brisk, beautiful Lightening strokes breathe eternal Life upon silent unsuspecting Skies
The rings step over each other delicately, surreptitiously, forming dorms for tiny Creatures,
dorms are dusty with old clay, melded, in lovers' eyes,
painted by new Light.

~~~~~~~~~~~
I hold my stance, immobile as the statue of  Dionysus' marbled homes
you showed me in a giant Book when I wore flowery baby tights
when neighbors whispered "Jews" in fright,
when mommydaddy hushed their Voice upon my entrance to the sunny Monticello kitchen...

up in those Mountains
away away from the whole world, thirty minutes to the  nearest sapling;
on our Street, only Old Ones' smiles upon us through deep sweet innocent Summers,
huge arms splayed as deities, we assumed these wouldn't leave
for how could they not be?
Huge, long, reaching gods,
playing pattern games with the Golden Stars,
breezing over our tiny bodies while we slept, unaware...

One Morning I awoke,
You were no longer anywhere I could see.
I am searching for you even now.