Resa and the Rock Star

Remember back when you were a rock star

and I was a hippie angel?

How comfortable we were with  our

heart  and souls bared.

Do you remember now that you are so far

away that night in Eden when  you came to me

and I came to you and the rest of the world

slipped away?

We held on to one another,  made love and cried

decided never to speak of how every time

the lights went out you rushed to me,

so tender, coming and going.

Young and in love, we named that month Sextember,

yes, it still matters to me.

Do you remember our anguished goodbye?

Neither do I.


Resa and the Rock Star


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the life cycle of a rose

On a thorny stalk

wrapped in veiny leaves

heavy with the burden

of viscous dew

for the  love of light her

corolla lifts upright

a broad faced still life

anchored to the earth

she tracks the sun across

an unpredictable sky.

At dusk she combs the air

with  sweetness

retreating  at twilight into

pearly pools of the moon.




Photograph by Heart

Something lovely from Stefan Haase at Freiraum

Da hat sich der Regen richtig gelohnt. Eine Margerite mit schönen tropfnassen Blüten, kurz nach einem Regenschauer aufgenommen. Selbst bei schlechtem Wetter lassen sich viele Aufheller für die Sinne finden, wie hier zu sehen. “The painter constructs, the photographer discloses.” (Susan Sontag) It was worth waiting for after the rain shower. A daisy flower with […]

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