Sunset In A Box

November 30, 2006




Jesus y Christine Todos Santos Baja California

John Running



soul healing


trace heritage
to imagined
agony in the
unlocked closet


miss the pain
that spelled
your name in
love and blood


sell us sunsets
in a box
cereal with toys
for my soul


of course


watch for the
intrepid wisdom
knower selling
happiness on the corner


wrapped in pretty paper
ribbons galore…….


look to the skin
the soul, in heart
the stories told
and untold




you will see
yourself in all
its glory










Lighting My Soul

Jorege Luis Alvarez Pupo




All Of It

November 30, 2006




Photo By:

Steven Gelberg




it’s the love
in the touch




the place
skin knows


in care
in fine
in rough















Jorge Luis Alvarez Pupo

Gone Time

November 30, 2006


Autumn of Becky’s Chair

Tree Pruitt




Security blanket


Eyes before me
Tears too dry
Strength surpassed


Shit is but manure.


False madonnas
Crease my brow
Pass quickly as


Clutching grasps
Upheld hands
Found in the


Travel past
Seeking exponential
Reality in passage.


Possession is minus







Texture. Portmahomack

Giedrius Varnas



What to Say

November 28, 2006



David Kofton






What to say……

I can only smile…

You tell me why I am smiling.

song at midnight

November 28, 2006






2004 People and Placs 12

David Kofton


song at midnight






…do not
send me out
among strangers








this big woman
carries much sweetness
in the folds of her flesh.
her hair
is white with wonderful.
she is
rounder than the moon
and far more faithful.
who will hold her,
who will find her beautiful
if you do not?


won’t you celebrate with me
what I have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did i see to be except myself?
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.




Lucille Clifton



Female Figure Eight

David Kofton











From: The Erotic Spirit: An Anthology of Sensuality, Love, and Longing

Editor: Sam Hamill

Your Catfish Friends

November 27, 2006

Figure Study Ten

Steven Gelberg
































If I were to live my life 
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers 
at the bottom of a pond 
and you were to come by 
   one evening
when the moon was shining 
down into my dark home 
and stand there at the edge 
   of my affection
and think, "It's beautiful 
here by this pond.  I wish 
   somebody loved me,"
I'd love you and be your catfish 
friend and drive such lonely 
thoughts from your mind 
and suddenly you would be
   at peace,
and ask yourself, "I wonder 
if there are any catfish 
in this pond?  It seems like 
a perfect place for them."

Richard Brautigan












Couples Four

Steven Gelberg

I Love You

November 25, 2006

2003 Male Figure One

David Kofton


"i love you"
roars the speaking silence

bliss infinite, magnitude uttered


mouth pauses before
the beast's blessing
cascading upon minutiae


suspended in collision
no wall, no chair
no hands caressing hands


anima to anima
volition to volition
heart to heart


cock to cunt
traversing concentric bonds
in unknown cellular heart


insurgence births, love's creation
first born to each
resonance in our lover’s tongues


it is all there is
it is not enough
it is endless still


ravishing delves this place
never stopping, never lingering


it is its own entity
it is but love restored in piety


kimberly elizabeth smith



2004 Eroticism Two

David Kofton


November 23, 2006






The Palm Forest of Crete

Manolis Tsantakis


it was there
sand and moon




i saw you
see me


elements combined


requiring skin’s
song saying
it is us in


breeze soughs
skin in sand
moon in eye


in the tree cave


pulsing waves
float sound
in veins


hammering life’s







From Woman Series

Anwar Hossain




Postcript: The photo by Manolis was the one I wanted to use all along with this particular poem. I just received permission today, thus the change.



November 23, 2006

Wolf Kettler




















We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver

Streaking the darkness radiantly!-yet soon
Night closes round, and they are not lost for ever:

Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast
To whose frail frame no second motion bring
One mood or modulation like the last.

We rest.-A dream has power to poison sleep;
We rise.-One wandering thought pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:

It is the same!-For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free;
Man’s yesterday may ne’er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability.


Percy Bysshe Shelley



The view from here….

November 23, 2006




Route 66

Christopher Leary




I do write, for those of you wondering, and I am here and there in this blog. I need to make an announcement to my release needs and the universe. I am teaching a lot. I teach one on one and small groups Intro to Literature. None of them are English majors. I am tutoring an amazing, articulate, and inspiring Japanese woman who attends our Masters in Counseling Program.

I am part of a three adult parenting team to my nephew who is in crisis. He and his mother are both crashing into each other in dangerous ways.

He has been with me two nights now and I see the pattern continuing as we try to help my nephew through his moment. It is adolescence but with a dark bite and a deep fear that leads to immense rage.

I am the funky aunt.

I was writing every night until the opportunity to teach and work with the Japanese student arose. There was a scheduling collision! Lack of balance rules the day in some ways but not in others.

Teaching and working with people one on one with writing: These are my bliss.

And, opportunity knocked for me to grow even more in these parts of me. I want out of my current career field and into the world of language and I want it with a paycheck!

So, I am in withdrawal from not writing, I need headspace to write.

But I still have a compulsive need to express so I share through other’s poetry and art.

That’s the news from kimsville!





Night Chess


Dave Beckerman