I am clear, curious, cautious, smooth of Wit with the shallow reach of wisdom’s Innocence. You are the gestation of each moment. Our singularity. Quietly purring To my impatience. But – Are we finite partners posed upon The Horizon’s infinite embrace? Or – A point on the fractal maze Of random recklessness. Notational, generational, probational […]
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Palindrome
The land remains warm, fresh and alive Yea, for now we prae life seems to have little meaning and that our voices are no longer heard so, we do not believe the earth will continue to endure and in our time truth will find new light and prosperity – Nay it will be said “Never […]
“Asked & Answered”
“In a crises of faith” will virtuous beliefs be uncertain No longer Châz The truth is often found from the bottom up.
False Confection
I have known them all Sweet, succulent, sour, supreme Warn, fat, some frigid and flat But, they all taste just the same This was written for the only contest that I ever entered. The requirement was to describe this picture in exactly twenty-two words. (22 words) Châz
Intersection
Without beginning to end Bound only by the flesh of momentum To duel no longer Amidst senseless formations now complete The weight of friendship can be lifted forever – What is that? “The tears of purgatory” For sin? “Truth” But, Truth is not a sin! “True” Châz
Bateau-Lavoir
Dis-nous Bateau-Lavoir Just below Place du Tertre About Rue Ravignan 13 There Before the fire Save sovereign tenants Windows swell to Divided space Divided fate And sad shutters shake To palettes poised Where Within your cobbled grave They played To mists of blue So, she sat here With patroness grace And, he waited too Dis-nous […]
Fey
The soft cafe lights illuminate the early morning mist of Paris as the sleek Mercedes limousine moves swiftly down Rue Saint-Dominique past the red awnings which depict a unique French cafe culture. Au Canon des Invilades, then left on Le Boulevard De La Tour-Maubourg past Le Centenaire and Le Recrutement. The iconic Haussmann apartment buildings […]
Beckwood
February, 1946 – Columbia, Tennessee It was on Monday morning, February 24, 1946, about 10:00 A.M., when Bernice Coleman and her 6 year old son Beckwood walked approximately 3 blocks from their home in the Negro community to the center of town. Bernice Coleman walked to the center of town everyday, except Sunday, to shop […]
Warren
A scene from “Position 6” Perry has left a package for Scott Coleman in the name of Beckwood. There is an awkward moment. The man extended his arm as a barrier in front of the woman, presumably his wife, who was walking next to him. She stopped as abruptly as he had. “Hey Maggie.”, he […]
Mona
It was the dumping ground for every idea without a time, and a portentous crash site for intellectual joy riders. Finding something there was like navigating through a strange city without a road map. Easy to get lost, but a good place to get laid. “Good morning, Sir” She was cute. Short blonde hair, petite Spring dress […]
P-Town
Things was friendly, then. By that time North and South, Democrats and Republicans, folks young and old where making peace with the civil rights, going on ten years. At first it seemed confusing and somethin’ risky. No one was sure how it worked. Like the Edsel. But, that piece of crap was gone. There was […]
A Message For Updike
He went in search of beauty this morning. Earlier, for breakfast, it was pork sausage, eggs basted and buttered toast. The cellulose casing cracked about the roof of his mouth as he peered curiously into the metaphoric adjective on the plate. Whether it came first, after or preceded some precedent was important for no apparent […]