Brand new poem, ode to my favorite art museum…but there’s more Killing Time at the Tate Visiting the Tate Modern For the umpteenth time Like all my London shows Kipping at Luna Simone Taking the tube from Pimlico Hours before soundcheck Always killing time Years flash by like reveries Young – love hope beaming TheContinueContinue reading “Killing Time at the Tate”
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Bits and Bobs and “The Wave”
Happy September everyone. Been busy working, writing, resisting; hanging with Jude, catching up with old friends across the pond, teaching my boy how to drive a bit and poof, now he’s a sophomore at USN. As the temperature heats up and the water rises, thought I’d share a few bits and bobs of creative stuffContinueContinue reading “Bits and Bobs and “The Wave””
Chance the Gardener
Been thinking a lot about facades, for many reason. Hopefully this ties a few things together. Enjoy “Chance the Gardener” On the tour, I trace his footsteps. Movies imitating books, Peter Sellers imitating life Watching flickering screens, Mirroring the moves Losing himself in a kineoscope version of The naked American Dream When his father diedContinueContinue reading “Chance the Gardener”
Grand Observations
Grand Observations Sulfur clouds billow Like warm blankets, Fanned by a distant mother Keeping us alive Do not touch Do not burn yourself, In these deep hypnotic pools Of emerald and green, Sapphire and blue, Moods ever changing, On a tightrope wire Ready to blow
The Meadows
The Meadows As we left the lodge pine forest and Walked through meadows dotted with Yellow wild flowers and patches of blue We came across a field of ravens Nodding their small black heads to and fro Dancing and hopping in crazy motion Through grasses tall to them, in front of us Everything moved inContinueContinue reading “The Meadows”
Doug Hoekstra 