“Upon the Nipples of Julia’s Breast: Have ye beheld (with much delight)
A red rose peeping through a white?
Or else a cherry (double graced) Within a lily? Center placed?
Or ever marked the pretty beam A strawberry shows half drowned in cream?”
“Angelina Jolie & Strawberry”
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“To thrust all that life under your tongue!–
that, all by itself, becomes a passion.
Death’s a sad Bone; bruised, you’d say,
and yet she waits for me, year after year,
to so delicately undo an old wound,
to empty my breath from its bad prison.
Balanced there, suicides sometimes meet,
raging at the fruit, a pumped-up moon,
leaving the bread they mistook for a kiss,
leaving the page of the book carelessly open,
something unsaid, the phone off the hook
and the love, whatever it was, an infection.”
“Orange Still Life” © 2010
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“You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.”
“Buddha’s Hands” Lemon © 2010
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“If we should be blessed by some great reward, such as fame or fortune,
it’s the fruit of a seed planted by us in the past.”
© 2010
“My aim is for ripeness of form. I want to make my forms so full,
so juicy that one could add nothing more to them.”
– Henri Laurens
© 2010
We all want to be Bukowski,
Write like him
Type like him
Read like him
Drink like him
Smoke like him
Work like him
Sleep like him
Screw like him
Swear like him
Dress like him
Smell like him
Fight like him
Walk like him
Drive like him
Bet like him
Eat like him
Think like him
Talk like him
Live like him
Rich like him
But we’re not.
Photo & Poem by Jaime Ferreyros
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I try to catch the sunlight
You’re drawing down the moon
You know
That some small flying thing
Will be here soon
I’m casting into cyberspace
The tendrils of my web
A hungry, unknown artist
Not
Another dull celeb
The beauty of my photograph
Will catch you if it can
Spinning world illusions
All for unsuspecting men
I ask you
For a little while
To stick with me
Immersed in poem-pictures
Life suspended
On the cyber-tree
The web of granma spider
Will drain you of your blood
While
Cocoons of poem-pictures
Can transform your mood
If you think you are a caterpillar
Climbing up a leaf
I bring a transformation
And a solace for your grief
Unlike the hairy spider
I am not a creeping thief
From your dreary daily burdens
I bring relief
If looking into beauty
You fear that you will die
I offer you a rebirth
See
A butterfly
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"Cupcake Cafe" by Nancy D. Regan
she no longer daydreamed
of sunsets
nor of a man on a white horse
nor of miracles
nor of dancing till dawn
nor tantrums
nor true confessions
nor her lover
she only imagined cities
who’s cafes she could write in
a table and chair she could
inhabit
with her pen and paper
scribble her thoughts down
drink a glass of wine
and let the rhymes take
her away
she would live her life
simply
by walking to the café
to her table and back
then walk from her table
home
to a solitary life, with her cats
and books and paintings
and poetry
she knew that this
was what she wanted
when she woke in
the morning
after brushing her hair
and feeding her cats
she would put on her shoes
roll down her socks
grab her pen and notebook
and walk down to
the café
she felt a warm feeling
of home
not at home
but within
herself
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“The apple cannot be stuck back on the Tree of Knowledge; once we begin to see, we are doomed and challenged to seek the strength to see more, not less.”
– Arthur Miller
