the road more poets
on it early
sandbars and sunrises
and
out there
doors.
Friday, May 22, 2015
Friday, April 24, 2015
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
where the thunder too...
Thunder the distance
Breezy
Rainy bay
Tide ponds in the swell
Raindrops clung to the red trees
This quiet daylight
Roaring wheels
Waiting
The
Train
Whistle
Where
Everywhere the distance
Where the thunder too
It's jazz
That's all.
Breezy
Rainy bay
Tide ponds in the swell
Raindrops clung to the red trees
This quiet daylight
Roaring wheels
Waiting
The
Train
Whistle
Where
Everywhere the distance
Where the thunder too
It's jazz
That's all.
Monday, April 20, 2015
in the beat and the twilight...
Two for the road
Two for the road show
Trombones the big sound
Miss Christy in the glow of the midnight sun
In the beat
Safe
And
Calm
As the bus makes the turn
To the next town
Indianapolis
Miiiiami!
In a blue blue whirl
And the twilight
In the beat.
Two for the road show
Trombones the big sound
Miss Christy in the glow of the midnight sun
In the beat
Safe
And
Calm
As the bus makes the turn
To the next town
Indianapolis
Miiiiami!
In a blue blue whirl
And the twilight
In the beat.
Thursday, April 16, 2015
basquiat the poem:...
Basquiat the poem:
Train whistles there
The streets and newspapers
Canvases and lion hair
A panoply of color and verse
In every painting
In everywhere
Train whistles there
The streets and newspapers
Canvases and lion hair
A panoply of color and verse
In every painting
In everywhere
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
the bird feeder is empty...
The tall trees on the ridge
And
The wide blinds in the window
The sun is coming through
The bird feeder is empty
I will buy food for them today
I heard them singing this morning
A friend heard frogs peeping last evening
Yes.
Oh!
A train whistle!
I must go.
And
The wide blinds in the window
The sun is coming through
The bird feeder is empty
I will buy food for them today
I heard them singing this morning
A friend heard frogs peeping last evening
Yes.
Oh!
A train whistle!
I must go.
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
flutter spring...
Shadows of the picket fences
Warm in
The trees blowing lightly
The ribbon signs on the lampposts
Flutter
Spring
Flutter
Spring
And the smell of freshly fried donuts.
Warm in
The trees blowing lightly
The ribbon signs on the lampposts
Flutter
Spring
Flutter
Spring
And the smell of freshly fried donuts.
ambling...
Calm the night
A schooner ambling along the Elizabeth Islands
A cove !
Ashore supper fire and storytelling
Rum and cheese chicken and sea
Spires of
Water
And
Smoke
The constellations
Sleep
Sleep on
To Cuttyhunk and further
Sandbars and sunburns Madras and orange blondes tomorrow
A travel back in time
In your youth.
A schooner ambling along the Elizabeth Islands
A cove !
Ashore supper fire and storytelling
Rum and cheese chicken and sea
Spires of
Water
And
Smoke
The constellations
Sleep
Sleep on
To Cuttyhunk and further
Sandbars and sunburns Madras and orange blondes tomorrow
A travel back in time
In your youth.
winding the big horn passes and grain fields below...
I have a friend who likes trains too
Choo
Trestles high
Winding the Big Horn passes and grain fields below
She
In the sun, shades and screen
'Til moon and star and music
Quiet clacks on the tracks
East to New York City
Gats Villages Vanguards
Vivaldi and blues and Milo Hewes
The Waldorf straws and shoes
Choos
Toos.
Choo
Trestles high
Winding the Big Horn passes and grain fields below
She
In the sun, shades and screen
'Til moon and star and music
Quiet clacks on the tracks
East to New York City
Gats Villages Vanguards
Vivaldi and blues and Milo Hewes
The Waldorf straws and shoes
Choos
Toos.
Thursday, April 9, 2015
the weather...
The train whistle down the street
Rumble of the furnace
The cars
Ramble
The book reads
Travels
And
Travails
Dripping from the paper lanterns
Dripping orange
Rumble of the furnace
The cars
Ramble
The book reads
Travels
And
Travails
Dripping from the paper lanterns
Dripping orange
if you're a beat poet...
If you're a beat poet ragged hair is good
Earring
And beard
Four Roses whiskey manischewitz and a good 99 cent merlot
Camels
And
Lucky Strikes
And beer of course
Funny looking cigarettes whoosh !
Craggly demeanors horn rimmed glasses button-down shirts
Stripes
On the shirts and on the road
A compendium
Of wide brimmed hats and six shooters
Big apples Mexico sunrises
Hell !
Fix the infrastructure will ya ?
If you're a beat poet
Earring
And beard
Four Roses whiskey manischewitz and a good 99 cent merlot
Camels
And
Lucky Strikes
And beer of course
Funny looking cigarettes whoosh !
Craggly demeanors horn rimmed glasses button-down shirts
Stripes
On the shirts and on the road
A compendium
Of wide brimmed hats and six shooters
Big apples Mexico sunrises
Hell !
Fix the infrastructure will ya ?
If you're a beat poet
one brush...
That coffee!
A handful of acrylics
Peach rouge mauve chartreuse
The color of faces
Hands
A pout
A brush
Canvas and paper
One brush!
Rembrandt the greatest self-portrait painter of all time
I like Van Gogh though
A handful of acrylics
Peach rouge mauve chartreuse
The color of faces
Hands
A pout
A brush
Canvas and paper
One brush!
Rembrandt the greatest self-portrait painter of all time
I like Van Gogh though
in studio c...
Thinking about
Where it would be
Nice to be
Under a moon
Lemon in the sea
Under a sunset
Purple and pink
Singing with the bards sailors and bones
In Studio C
Where it would be
Nice to be
Under a moon
Lemon in the sea
Under a sunset
Purple and pink
Singing with the bards sailors and bones
In Studio C
in the coffee morning...
Still, very still
In the coffee morning
Except
A piano playing Monk
Thelonious Monk
Donna Lee
Charlie Parker
And
Take 5
A morning of still, very still
In the coffee morning
In the coffee morning
Except
A piano playing Monk
Thelonious Monk
Donna Lee
Charlie Parker
And
Take 5
A morning of still, very still
In the coffee morning
just words to make a small painting...
Brushes of words
On
Light
Light gold paper
Sundance
And Katharine Ross
In
Sepia.
On
Light
Light gold paper
Sundance
And Katharine Ross
In
Sepia.
Saturday, March 28, 2015
soft drops of snow...
Out there now
Soft drops of snow
Trees bent
Fire bushes broken over I hope not broken
Wisteria buried
Dogwoods confounded
Oh!
Winter is over
A ride to the bakery the other side of the Narrows
Say
Hey!
Willie Mays
1950 all over again
Soft drops of snow
Trees bent
Fire bushes broken over I hope not broken
Wisteria buried
Dogwoods confounded
Oh!
Winter is over
A ride to the bakery the other side of the Narrows
Say
Hey!
Willie Mays
1950 all over again
Friday, March 27, 2015
(thinking of doing a portrait)...
Yesterday morning this morning too
Through the trees snow melting
Down the banks
Streets wet
Stacks of canvases on the floor
Black coffee!
Her hair a ruffle
In the paint in the picture
Snow melting
Through the trees snow melting
Down the banks
Streets wet
Stacks of canvases on the floor
Black coffee!
Her hair a ruffle
In the paint in the picture
Snow melting
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
walks in the park...
In a chartreuse world
Orange paper and light
Gold
Wings
And flight
Walks in the park
Reading each granite style
Where
The moon is night
And day
Orange paper and light
Gold
Wings
And flight
Walks in the park
Reading each granite style
Where
The moon is night
And day
self portrait...
On the edge
Easel set
A beige linen canvas on it
A loose rouge paper blouse
Hair a
Fly
The palette and brushes color and
Whisk
Her
Easel set
A beige linen canvas on it
A loose rouge paper blouse
Hair a
Fly
The palette and brushes color and
Whisk
Her
Saturday, March 21, 2015
contortion...
In the crimson and rouge
Mauve
Contortion
Blue and purple
Cuba
Vintage hats and shirts
Pontiac
Fins
And
Jazz!
A window to the street
And
To the ocean
And
Oh yes, did I say?
To Jazz!
*poem inspired by portrait of Henrietta Moraes painted by figurative painter Francis Bacon (1909-1992) found by Kimberly.
Mauve
Contortion
Blue and purple
Cuba
Vintage hats and shirts
Pontiac
Fins
And
Jazz!
A window to the street
And
To the ocean
And
Oh yes, did I say?
To Jazz!
*poem inspired by portrait of Henrietta Moraes painted by figurative painter Francis Bacon (1909-1992) found by Kimberly.
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Friday, March 13, 2015
sketch her out...
Paint in blue
Mediterranean sea and cape
Blanco
Sketch her out
And when the music begins
Orange
And
Chartreuse
And the lines and flow go
Sketch her out
A long time
I'm painting this morning - on canvas and paper
written 3/9/15.
Mediterranean sea and cape
Blanco
Sketch her out
And when the music begins
Orange
And
Chartreuse
And the lines and flow go
Sketch her out
A long time
I'm painting this morning - on canvas and paper
written 3/9/15.
workin' with miles...
Chicken
Batter a candy sauce and
A sweet cake in the case
Blue cheese
Lettuce
Tomato
Onion
Lunch
A breeze
A breath
Eyes and clover and a dance
A dance
Workin' with Miles and
Guirardelli Squares
written 3/7/15.
Batter a candy sauce and
A sweet cake in the case
Blue cheese
Lettuce
Tomato
Onion
Lunch
A breeze
A breath
Eyes and clover and a dance
A dance
Workin' with Miles and
Guirardelli Squares
written 3/7/15.
Saturday, March 7, 2015
it is warm in your ecuador...
Motionless
Maple branches hanging ice a pine needle and
The leaves of Fall
Snow drifts
The sun and
A bridge to solitude
In the wind
In the cold
It is warm in your Ecuador
Though
Maple branches hanging ice a pine needle and
The leaves of Fall
Snow drifts
The sun and
A bridge to solitude
In the wind
In the cold
It is warm in your Ecuador
Though
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
snow came again last night...
Snow came again last night
And rain
The streets sound hard
Sloosh
And the train tracks
No train whistle at the usual time again and
At the back of the pond
Curls of smoke coming off it
Forty F today
Now a curl of smoke from the cottage roof
The Koi sleep
And rain
The streets sound hard
Sloosh
And the train tracks
No train whistle at the usual time again and
At the back of the pond
Curls of smoke coming off it
Forty F today
Now a curl of smoke from the cottage roof
The Koi sleep
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Monday, March 2, 2015
fresh snow...
Fresh snow
The sound of scraping plows
Of no train whistle
Fresh snow in the red fire bushes
Spruces and scrub pine
And the dogwood tree
And the rock cascade next door
What?
And on the driveway
And on the car
What?
Fresh shoveling!
Oh yes!
Oh yes!
And the trills of a frontend loader
The sound of scraping plows
Of no train whistle
Fresh snow in the red fire bushes
Spruces and scrub pine
And the dogwood tree
And the rock cascade next door
What?
And on the driveway
And on the car
What?
Fresh shoveling!
Oh yes!
Oh yes!
And the trills of a frontend loader
ode...
A landscape of frost painted on our window
A blue moon there high in the valley
And icicles
And brittle branches
And noises in the night
No polar bears though
And that is good
Because
We are safe
I guess
A blue moon there high in the valley
And icicles
And brittle branches
And noises in the night
No polar bears though
And that is good
Because
We are safe
I guess
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Thursday, February 26, 2015
yesterday ~ the light snow a gift...
The light snow a gift
The one to three inches too
But
Lament
A granite block seat by the harbor
The morning sun on the Mulholland Light
The tastes and laughs of a bakery in summer
So, the days ahead without snow
The one to three inches too
But
Lament
A granite block seat by the harbor
The morning sun on the Mulholland Light
The tastes and laughs of a bakery in summer
So, the days ahead without snow
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Friday, February 20, 2015
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
thursday and weekend snow...
Thursday and weekend snow
I don't know
Ice dams
Blue ribbon jams
At
Smoke
Charlie's Gone By
The Note
Have a boat
Ron Carter said to me
I don't know
Ice dams
Blue ribbon jams
At
Smoke
Charlie's Gone By
The Note
Have a boat
Ron Carter said to me
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Monday, February 16, 2015
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Monday, February 9, 2015
Saturday, February 7, 2015
'between' a poem by kimberly ashby...
Between the indigo tides
The love dove greets
Morning coffee drips
The moon fades
The quiet remains
Matisse
Picasso
Speaks
French paint, still life
Between the indigo tides
Rooms by the SeA
Indoor-Outdoor
The moon is down
Now
Hmmm...
I'll drink to that
There she flies,
My Love dove
Dandy
:
:
Between
The
Indigo
Tides.
The love dove greets
Morning coffee drips
The moon fades
The quiet remains
Matisse
Picasso
Speaks
French paint, still life
Between the indigo tides
Rooms by the SeA
Indoor-Outdoor
The moon is down
Now
Hmmm...
I'll drink to that
There she flies,
My Love dove
Dandy
:
:
Between
The
Indigo
Tides.
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
snowflights...
Snowflights
In the boughs of pines and maples
Teresa Brewer on the phonograph
Misty
Oh
Look at me
I hear a whistle
6:10
The time all the trains leave the station
And the whispers
Are but an echo
An echo now
In the boughs of pines and maples
Teresa Brewer on the phonograph
Misty
Oh
Look at me
I hear a whistle
6:10
The time all the trains leave the station
And the whispers
Are but an echo
An echo now
Thursday, January 29, 2015
matadors and troubadours...
Poetry
Connects
The constellations and everything else
And
Painting and Lily
Lilies
Monet madrigals Modigliani
Matadors and troubadours
Matisse
Miro and Ellington
Jazz
Connects
The constellations and everything else
The music is
The poetry is
The art is
Everything else
Connects
The constellations and everything else
And
Painting and Lily
Lilies
Monet madrigals Modigliani
Matadors and troubadours
Matisse
Miro and Ellington
Jazz
Connects
The constellations and everything else
The music is
The poetry is
The art is
Everything else
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
6 A.M. ...
6 A.M.
Wavy winds curls and flowers
Snow swirling
Singing
In the wisps in the Andes
The furnace is on
Coffee pen and paper
Hearing plows but no train whistle
Another plow just plows
Gusts and lights
I will be able to make an egg
Folded with Newman's Own mango salsa
Orange juice
And a walk with Jack
But not in Chopin's garden
Bach's? Maybe?
Wavy winds curls and flowers
Snow swirling
Singing
In the wisps in the Andes
The furnace is on
Coffee pen and paper
Hearing plows but no train whistle
Another plow just plows
Gusts and lights
I will be able to make an egg
Folded with Newman's Own mango salsa
Orange juice
And a walk with Jack
But not in Chopin's garden
Bach's? Maybe?
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Thursday, January 22, 2015
paths...
Paths
Nights
And
Samba
And
Toast the gardens and songs of things
Go to where
Mingus plays piano
He plays piano too
Under the neon
Blue
No vacancy
Nights
And
Samba
And
Toast the gardens and songs of things
Go to where
Mingus plays piano
He plays piano too
Under the neon
Blue
No vacancy
Monday, January 19, 2015
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Saturday, January 17, 2015
the prez himself...
I say it, ready anytime
The Prez himself
Polka dots dots dots
And
Moonbeams sweet
Sweet
Daahr daahr daahr
Oh piano
His tenor some would say the greatest tenor ever lived
Aah
Lester Young ready anytime for something special
The Prez himself
Polka
Polka dots dots dots
And
Moonbeams
Sweet
The Prez himself
Polka dots dots dots
And
Moonbeams sweet
Sweet
Daahr daahr daahr
Oh piano
His tenor some would say the greatest tenor ever lived
Aah
Lester Young ready anytime for something special
The Prez himself
Polka
Polka dots dots dots
And
Moonbeams
Sweet
Thursday, January 15, 2015
seas fell into fall...
August dipped below the horizon
A summer day
And
Seas fell into fall
And September to November
Salt and waves and winter
And
December dipped below the horizon
And
Set
A summer day
And
Seas fell into fall
And September to November
Salt and waves and winter
And
December dipped below the horizon
And
Set
Friday, January 9, 2015
muse the poem...
Muse
A
Portrait go lightly
First takes
In black and white
Take
One
As in jazz
As in shades of gray
As in Muse
Green, purple and a Mingus bass solo
First takes!
*sketch and poem inspired by and hommage to the portrait photography of Claudio Cazzara.
A
Portrait go lightly
First takes
In black and white
Take
One
As in jazz
As in shades of gray
As in Muse
Green, purple and a Mingus bass solo
First takes!
*sketch and poem inspired by and hommage to the portrait photography of Claudio Cazzara.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
beautiful writing by kimberly ashby to mark the cold day...
she by the bay paints
sea smoke at the golden hour
Come Close
Closer
Still.
sea smoke at the golden hour
Come Close
Closer
Still.
Saturday, January 3, 2015
edgy if it's going to be any good...
A new year is like a new sketchbook
Edgy if it's going to be any good
A new year!
Sketch a little kindness
Thelonious Monk rehearsing
Spinning
Kenton riffs
Edgy
This is how Johnny Hodges sounds
Aah boo dee aah aah bap! Bop!
More Kenton riffs
And Matisse and Matisse things
Sketch a little kindness
Bop!
Edgy if it's going to be any good
A new year!
Sketch a little kindness
Thelonious Monk rehearsing
Spinning
Kenton riffs
Edgy
This is how Johnny Hodges sounds
Aah boo dee aah aah bap! Bop!
More Kenton riffs
And Matisse and Matisse things
Sketch a little kindness
Bop!
for the new year...
"Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in."
-Leonard Cohen
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in."
-Leonard Cohen
Thursday, January 1, 2015
autobiographical...
Sandbars and sailboats
The Village and Baltimore horses
Mean
A
Lot
This morning
,
I suppose
Because
It is 2015
The Village and Baltimore horses
Mean
A
Lot
This morning
,
I suppose
Because
It is 2015
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