i am...

I am

inspired

Spirit

beautiful love played on the piano

on the North River

cold blue

but

Sun

you are there

on the water

on the windows

your

shine

Sun

on the boats in the moon

then

Spirit

you don't know what love is

sung

like

Chet Baker

but

Spirit

you do know what love is

I am

inspired

clocks and chords and doo dads

All

Jazz

in the piano room

are hafiz...

Hafiz

Are

books of Old Poets

&

new dances

paintsongs

&

smiles

of

Spirit

&

Love

Are

Hafiz

judd acrylic...

self-portrait french crayon (made black and white)...

songs hafiz-like...

Songs

on a 1930s tin table

Steve Kuhn playing piano on the Bose

Song

sit

while I paint you

Rainy night neon sky

a splash of white under your eye

Song

stays

Lavender blushes and burgundy brow

Song

Poet (Hafiz-like) sang yesterday

in the world fearlessly

and

painted

you

And

Sun

Blue sketches and canvases all around

sunlight on the blinds...

easels...

easels shadowed in the sun...

Easels shadowed in the sun
Chasing
The air the light
The night
Sunrises & sunsets
Harbors & sail bridges & bays
Oranges
&
Purples
Spans & stays

"Hafiz is a poet for poets." -Ralph Waldo Emerson - hafiz french crayon...

great miles the back cover?...

maya...

Maya
Poet
There will always be springs
Again
Births
Your coral leaves speak to benches & seas
Colors on this canvas
Together the sun & the moon
&
Antelopes
&
Children
Sing to the animals & the coral leaves
Of
You
Maya Angelou

maya angelou french crayon...

just before noon...

Stars fell
Yesterday morning
On the piano room on the river
Painting rhythm changes - -
Bah
Bah
Boom
Boom
Brrrrip
Brrrrip
- -
Just before noon

bobby enriquez (1943-1996) sunday blue crayon...

incivility...

Incivility,

the moon and the creek

reject you

the tall pines the fast running gazelles

reject you

and

Buddha

too -

so,

if you will,

swim toward the blue birches and God

and become sane again

untitled...

my friend Nick Proffitt (1943-2006)...

question...

Friend,

did you make the frost this morning

the dust on the Jazz Road

?

the All

?

the rugged way to Newfoundland

and

fiction

writing

?

Friend,

question

?

are you Our Heart...

Jazz,

are you this autumn sun this morning
the glint on the seas

are you
Friend are you Poetry are you
All

Jazz, are you Song
are you this autumn breeze
are

you -

are you

Our Heart?

vietnight watercolor for poli ca. 15 years ago...

crayon this morning...

for thelonious monk...

Leaves glisten outside the window
His eyes smile sun & gold
At the sun
A sigh eyes

Books of the world in the shelves beneath the Galileo telescope
Nestled away
A sigh for being in a warm place

Let the chord wring out
Like a question mark
At the end of the blues progression the blue crayon
Dots it!