Thursday, August 13, 2015


Photo by S. Auberle

I imagine you, Vincent,
on a summer morning
in your village in Provence,
whispering to yourself,
arranging sunflowers
in a cracked, blue vase.

I see you painting them,
over and over—your symbols of hope
that you will awaken one day
into a sunny world,
leaving behind your darkness
of potato eaters and crows.

But o, Vincent,
how brief the dance…
how quickly blossoms fade,
leaving only hope behind
and a trail of yellow petals
to follow into the sun.

Saturday, August 01, 2015


Photo by S. Auberle

How to Photograph the Moon 

first, of course, you must be naked
even on a cold night      yes
you may wear a long coat
but naked is the good way

then you must laugh
and pray      maybe both at once
singing is good too     and drumming
to the beat of your heart

all this must happen before
you get out the camera…
next     whisper to Her
say you understand

her longing     her loneliness
her wistful gaze at Jupiter
high above    who seems
in ignorance of her charm

she will reward you
with her brightest light
knowing you understand
this fragile territory of love