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Art, Sculpture

A Collection of Sculptures

The purpose of my artwork is to invoke an awakening of the sensual. Stimulating a perceptual, internal, and intellectual response for the viewer: a visual that speaks to life’s experiences. Creating symbols of universal connection underscores the relationship that one has to another and to nature.

Poetry

Winter Rhododendrons

After famished deer foraged The buds donning dormancy’s sleeping caps of snow, I mourned  losing May’s boon of blooms tossing their pink and purple bouquetsto the eager bridesmaids of bees— though each spring morning, my gazesought out the phantom flora the way amputees feel for the missing  limb. How to sate this hunger for beauty if eyes can’t buffet on the banquet of blossomsserved up […]

Poetry

Upon Landscaping my Recently Purchased A-frame’s Two Acres

As I excavate their basement studios of loam, I loveHow the worms completely ignore their new landlord  While the neighboring divas of weeping willowsDon’t lose their lovey leaves’ hairdos worrying if I’ll ruin their high-rise view of dawn slowly raking over Moose pond—so owning, finally, my modest lot  where skunks squat, non-stop, I concede my provisional rule over this fiefdom of forest […]

Poetry

The Butterfly Farmer’s Breathless Monologue After Giving Another Tour of Their Greenhouse

“Though thrilled to disclose them tastingwith feet and old enough to have flown Inside the ears of T. rex, our true purpose is farming this Kafka-like metamorphosis  where the chrysalis of tired, uninspired faces butterflies into wonder’s winged smiles as kids gawk at these daytime northern lights and poetize  “flying flowers” or “confetti  of insects.” Yes, soon, then, there’s this promising sowing of the hard to […]

Poetry

Mirasol

Like lions,Maned and magnificentAnd such sturdy stems All of the suns and other starflowersStretched themselves awake.

Poetry

Katuba Atapar 

Rounded homes made by agile handswhere the land is free – no fences. Children carrying toddlers as their own, dozens run to see the unfamiliar. Need and abundance are the same, kingdom of red, yellow, and dun. Tongues prizing white cassava,faces of cherubs full of surprise – raw. Strong brave eyes taken by visions, by malaria fever, but I  Am only one, the […]