a loud decree of missing greens, 
trees looking for their quench of fiery wet, 
lusting infinity that runs clear and bright light, 
of an unsavored heaven. 
filling up on meaningless quench.
waiting for the deepest inspiration.
to reach reach and reach and then to bow, 
sway of mirth below the earth.
above the towered clouds. 
growing with muted abstinence - 
dancing a viral glee.  
awaiting the hour of sungazing safety, 
of something new.






oil on canvas, 48x36", 2015

 


2 POETS & 1 PAINTER



book just published!
Lynne Brescia and Maya Minwah with Robin Ross.

and coming soon.......   Mankle Report Season II

coyote coyote
where are you hiding.
why are you showing me your tail, your breath your smile
me thinks you must love me! oh big coyote!
waiting for my little doggie, hiding in the middle of the midst of forest 
behind the house, below the arroyo the waterfall.
i hear you every evening yow yow yow
yum the little kitties, the mushroom mice minced meat delight
and still, and still i wait to meet you
 the furry gait eluding me.
i wait.