The dried stalks of the sunflowers are snapped in half, and the wooden slats of the porch are split and broken. Fake spider webs are draped across the columns of the porch, and a plastic skeleton hangs from the branch of a tree. The front door is half open but blocked...
In response to women artists of the last two centuries and the work they produced. The Savage Sparkler, Alice Aycock, 1981, steel, sheet metal, heating coils, florescent lights, motors and fans What kind of machine is this? We recognize the parts: sheet metal ...
Horoscope 1/6/2015 Repetition goes nowhere. The right furniture makes no difference. When you own too much you stumble. Distance does not breed fondness likely means something else. William Stafford said, It is always good to have a little song to hum to yourself....
Writer: Mr. Dupane, I am honored to meet you. Agent: Stop the bullshit. Every writer is dying to get me as their literary agent. You have ten minutes to make your case. Writer: What I have is unique. Agent: Sure. Blah Blah. Every writer says the same thing. You all...
You asked us to take you for a walk in Central Park because you wanted to see the change in season. By then you leaned on a cane and stumbled. We walked on either side. You looked like an ancient monk, but this was no Chinese painting. The weeping willows bent low...
It has always been there arms outstretched. It could be another country or this. There is no sign of a ship. A gray day neither morning nor afternoon. It could be any season. A high wind whips the waves into...
Two Poems for Georgia O’Keefe Toni Ortner’s manuscript for a book on Georgia O’Keefe has been accepted for publication. Here below are two exerts from it. A Blackbird with Snow Covered Red Hills 1946 for Georgia O’Keefe You say the hills are red but all I see is...
The language I speak is a language of grief When we heard the guns we grabbed what we could. The bullets shattered the windows and splintered the doors. The floors shook. There was no place to run or hide. I grabbed two dish towels because I happened to be standing in...
The chunks of ice are melting. In the distance the steel spires of the city glitter above the still water where bloated bodies float. The marble steps the paintings the libraries the museums the ancient statues and books. All gone. We knew the glaciers were melting....
Alone we burn Alone we burn through dark catastrophes of grief the death of bone and flesh each moment a new green leaf where hope holds sway over deceit. As Earth Rides Earth rides waves of light and air Pink clouds float behind the dark bark of trees. We cannot...
