So some of you may be wondering where I have been…the blog has been eerily quiet for a year! Well, first and foremost, I met the love of my life. I’m incredibly lucky and happy. I have been focusing my attention on my art more than my writing for a change. I’ve been commissioned to do book covers and have happily completed 3. Cover art will be posted on my blog with the author’s permission soon. LOVE to all and stay creative!
Check out Virgogray’s new collection, Nothing. No One. No Where. No. 3. My poems “Good Night World” and “Sunday 4:43 pm” are included.
What is Love
but the skin we are
wrapped in, the
grass atop the hallowed
each eyelash as its wished upon,
the foam that lingers on each wave crest.
What is Love, my darling,
you ask or was it me, (again for the third time
just today), when Love is everything
present and everything unseen.
The very root of us as
we grow and morph into something
better because we were held more,
What is Love, we ask
and wait with jittering
anticipation, and I say,
“Look to me, My Love!”
Yes, I say again,
All the love you will ever need,
ever question, ever crave,
is now the blanket I place
over you and keep around you,
sheltered in my arms
from any storm that will
ever come your way.
Gazers, written by Julie Ellinger Hunt and Stan Galloway
Wrapped in Brown Paper
Wrapped in brown paper cut from
grocery bags, all thumbs…but kept tidy
still edges, clean of the black ink left
aside for the address label…born
from dirty thoughts and
sleeplessness, boredom too.
Tragedy struck the neighbor-
hood twice in one month. Left balled
up cans in foundation cracks, litter
collected in curb-side clusters.
Under an awning the package
sits and waits for
postal pickup while a child
quietly whistles a tune in
harmony with a roaring garbage
rain plays in cascades on worn
out roof tops…tickling shingles.
Bade on youth for stronger wrists
grip and tie down. Hold and conquer.
the package leaves the porch for good
it whispers goodbye in paper tongue.
it leaves behind a dry spot under the
awning while rain spews in sideways.
Have you picked up your copy of “In New Jersey”…it’s waiting for you!