pounding Djembes

blistering fingers thrum chords of fire
are these the burning hands you know
the soul’s tempo like a copper pendulum, does gold resonate there
this virtuoso mouth of yours, has it stolen arias in vacant symphony halls
when lights are low and days have dimmed
has the rage of your wanting lips fingered around a contrabass anaconda
do motivations fade inside bitter notes when the maestros falter
is your wary body allegro when a feisty partner plays
do you weep for the swelling of spring songs upon winter’s death
written across sheets of white are ink spills to be erased
goat-skin Djembes thrust exotic cadence into hearts unprotected
does this pounding journey move along its own rhythm
or do lovers create your solos

Upright nude trio/charcoal

My first

author-shot-full-b_w-1Well, what can I say? My moment of truth has arrived. Come mid-December, my first book filled with my heart and dreams will be out there orbiting reader-land. I can only hope it will alight upon many a curious traveler. I honestly don’t know how love of the monster will be received. I’ve created a little book (spine is just shy of 1/4″) filled with big monsters. The monsters are paired with love poems that I think best represent their personalities. So I have these passionate words married to fearsome images, other times, the images are not so fearsome, maybe a smiling, pretty ‘vampiress.’ So it’s anyone’s guess if my little book will have any bite;) At the very least it will be an interesting experiment for my off-kilter sense of humor and love of all things monster. And now I must practice what I preach. I must be as brave as I’ve taught my children to be.
Here goes…
cover-image-jpegmy exceptionally talented sister-in-art, Grace Roselli took my author photo

slow dancing in a deluge

slow dancing in a deluge
liquid arrows piercing your skin
painlessly pleasurable

everything giving in to blur
commit-less silhouettes

you could go exploring
to the ends of the earth
to the bottom of an ocean
like a wide-eyed child
the supple mind you once cherished

seeking
meaningful discovery
don’t you dare remain dry

or accept plain living
search in the rain

clear your head
wash the muck off your feet

Vilmi detail

Vilmi detail

the verse heavily edited and refurbished from last year
this detail is from a much larger painting with 12 family faces I painted several years ago at my mom’s request
Vilmi is my beautiful niece, now 15 – she is named after her Aunt Vilmi who lost her fight to lupus many years ago