An Evening, Late September The light through my studio window, beckons. On my swivel chair, I stare onto the old…
Geese --after Alan Shapiro How did it begin? We were in a rowboat. My brother and I. The moon full…
Finding Direction David Felix is a youthful septuagenarian English visual poet who lives in Denmark. For more than half a…
Standing Apart Impatient, bored, bearing grudges, I pick at the day like a carrion bird. Trust is not a language…
In Sommerlicht Schwebend Our marriage began the two of us on a carousel young and lost and spinning to the…
The Ice Has Begun to Unclench The pool froze months ago. Above me, bits of twigs and leaves suspend in…
freedom 18 That was not a threatening gesture, it was only a start of surprise. I was astonished to see…
"Still Life"--12"x 18" oil pastels on paper Artist Statement: With the use of frenzied texture, tonality of color, and awkward…
Cornflowers, Iris These vivid blues on the walls of her room with gold centers, like her eyes when they pan…
Virus Like the other wounds I carry it transforms my core carves the flowered seat into its own cottage, where…