awakes and heats his glue in a coffee can rigged on a hotplate. He is aged and stiff like his wood piles of it stacked and waiting
spruce special ordered from Ohio oak pieces from a broken table salvaged while fishing in Alaska. He smells the glue and sawdust
scattered on the breakfast table fine dust on a Stradivarius book next to a bridge and sound post. Perched in the kitchen’s high places
yet unsafe from his Siamese cat violin pieces, his children wait their turn at his hands now mottled, knobbed and hurting.
Today he hollows flitches of wood thumping and shaping thin strips dissimilar split personalities even when cut from one tree.
He strikes them with his fist and listens some pieces resonate tone others sound dull and die. He cleaves them with just dispensation.
Over lunch with the squirrels and jays He uses fine light to carve scrolls the blade as one with his fingers shaping the spiral of Vignola.
He varnishes in late afternoon when the wind dies down and blesses the marriage of wood and spirits amber cast up by the Baltic Sea gathered in nets at ebb tide the scarlet of cochineal dragon’s blood from Amazon trees colors shouting cherry and rose.
The aroma awakens the cat weaving and binding his feet figure eights of curiosity and jealousy her rhythms like songs from his children
performing in operas across the world Turandot at the Berlin Symphony Tosca at the London Philharmonic and in his presence a week from Sunday, in the hands of a concertmaster, Aida at the Boston Pops.
I was a nominee in 2006 for Oklahoma Poet Laureate. I've been published in ten literary journals and have four published novels at SynergeBooks.com. My photos have been published in The Oklahoman and Norman Living.I am a retired creative person, with poetry and photography heading the list. As a 30-year cancer survivor, I enjoy volunteering at hospice and encouraging cancer victims. I am blessed with family and friends. I'm a free life member of Weight Watchers. I'm also a member of Delta Upsilon fraternity at the University of Oklahoma, from which I received undergraduate and graduate degrees.
I looked at the night’s dark sky With the twinkling stars above, The magic they play to the eye Left me mesmerised. The Milky Way And the Great Bear; The shooting star And the pole star; All play their parts,
Solo, I am clock maker born September 22nd, a Virgo/Libra mix insane, look at my moving parts, apart yet together, holes in air, artistic perfection, mechanical misfits everywhere, life is a brass lever, a wordsmith, an artist at his craft.
Before the silence, she was nowhere, Beyond the walls I was unaware. Breaking the silence, She showed up with a violin. Rhythm in walk, Childish in talk. Flowing hair, And lagoons in eyes. Her fingers compose, Lashes dance. I was
Destiny maker: Where are you? In your own heart Inside of you….. Destiny maker: Who are you? I’m your own thought I am you….. Destiny maker How does it go? Plant your seed Watch it grow Do good deeds And,