the mustard dress hanging on the back of the victorian door inspired by a poem by kimberly french crayon...

stick masks bobbing french crayon...

straw fields...

Straw fields
Flower trees berry trees it is April
Chairs & walks big spirits &
Big dreamers
In the early morning songs of jazz drifting
In the evening the smell of a circus parade
Pitching
Feathery bobs bobbling
The
Colors
Of
The
Transvaal
Soft & earth
& a jumper laughs
Circus!
Trombones clarinets shop doors open
Stilt walkers seaweed & moss
& moss
Big spirits it is April
Where clipper ships docked
Now
Windows of rose ware cups & bowls & candleholders
Miniature paintings
Block forms put with fabric all colors
White satins & long blues
Far skies &
Stick masks bobbing passing by
Circus!
- -
Big dreamers
It is April

eggshell pink hey!, hey!...

Eggshell pink hey!, hey!
Red flowers hey!,
Cat,
Has the red sketch muse moved?
I think so to Circus Town I think
That town red sketches on a water on the walls
Inside
An old fish shed
The
Show
Red
Sketches
Inside
An old fish museum - - yes, Poet,
- -
The red sketch muse has moved

red sketch souvenir french crayon...

the poetry song...

The poetry song
Waits
Byron
Keats
,
Crayons
Smoke
&
Sea
The poetry song
- -
See

blue boards...

Blue boards close in the verandas by the sea
Weathering gray
Coffees & petty color drinks
Waves
That rain that sea that morning
Boxes stacked
Sail luffing
Black flowers
Hey
Cat
Sing
Jackson Pollock
Play
The last time I saw Paris
Johnny Hodges
That morning gray
Weathering
Blue
On the verandas
Coffees & pretty color drinks some long blue
Her cup is painted like a Gauguin
His like a Matisse
Windows & verandas
The beach is quiet
That rain the screen doors clattering
& the bowling alley is closed
& the windows & the verandas are dark
- -
Then the sun came out on the purple flowers
On the beach