A sliding scale of shame
- Alive
- Shameless
- Disappointed
- Humbled
- Embarrassed
- Shamed
- Humiliated
- Chagrined
- Guilty
- Mortified
- Dead
LABOR DAY 2015
A poem, for you, dear reader.
Her Lips Are Copper Wire
whisper of yellow globes
gleaming on lamp-posts that sway
like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog
and let your breath be moist against me
like bright beads on yellow globes
telephone the power-house
that the main wires are insulate
(her words play softly up and down
dewy corridors of billboards)
then with your tongue remove the tape
and press your lips to mine
till they are incandescent
"Her Lips are Copper Wire" copied from "Cane", a collection of stories and poems by Jean Toomer, edited by Darwin T. Turner. First published est. 1923. ISBN 0-393-95600-8.
SUMMER 2015
Welcome to my website.
It is the time of much sun, skin and outdoor fun. The sights and sounds are being stored up for fall and winter work in the studio, when the light does not come with such openness and warmth. The glowing skin colors, see through ears, browned shoulders and freckled skin will become all but hidden, except to lovers, within only a few months from now.
Happy Summertime, a time of percolation.