New Painting and Poem: The Writer

The Writer (2009, oil on wood)

The Writer

In the provocative black and white photo
You express mystery and passion and vulnerability
In the painting with shades of blue
You face the canvas and smile for me.

Surrounded by novels and histories and poetry
Moleskines and legal notebooks all over the bed
Black-rimmed reading glasses in your hand
Visions and nightmares gestating in your head.

And my god your body what a figure, gorgeous and free
To go with such an expansive mind and beautiful heart
I cannot touch you in the here and now, so I paint.
For our new and intense friendship, a fitting start.


© fprm, 2009

New Poem: The Bookstore

The Bookstore

The bell on the opened door announces my presence,
and the smells of old paper and freshly brewed French Roast
confirm that I am home.

Quietly but excitedly, I begin to explore the stacks,
seeking prose poems by Baudelaire, biographies of Gauguin, and
Gibbon's epic history of Rome.

And you sit silently behind your desk,
black-rimmed glasses on your head, intense and alone,
pondering your next tome.

You peacefully acknowledge my silent passion,
with slight smile and raised eyebrow, and
confirm: I am home.


© fprm, 2009

10-9-2009