Gold, or: Blue

An ekphrastic poem barren skeletal trees and snow- covered, distant peaks speak of winter, more than mere hints belied by golden hillsides as though - as though - a woman could warm herself merely by lying down upon them, though whether she rested her back there; upon the stubborn green grass; rough, rocky hills; or silent… Continue reading Gold, or: Blue

Gerard, or: Me

My first ekphrastic poem Inspired by Gerard Richter's 'Abstract iii' My fingers brush across the keys Clickety clack, clickety clack Symbols appear upon the screen Clackety click, clickety I've nothing else but what I mean Clackety Through The middle What changes most is color scheme Two in one, two in one Black cloud travels to… Continue reading Gerard, or: Me