Photo & Poem Gallery

September 2023
September 2023


And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton, the cotton is high

Oh, your daddy's rich
And your ma, she's good lookin'
So hush, little baby
Don't you cry

One of these mornings
You're gonna rise up singing

Kohlrabi and Peaches
Kohlrabi and Peaches

The Kohlrabi Polka

But turnips tango, and carrots two-step
across the lawn, their leafy headdresses
waggling in time. Habaneros, of course,
salsa, the hotter the better, while white
asparagus gavotte, and everyone knows
that yams jam and break, and zucchini

Celebrating Pride
Celebrating Pride


and if
I were to say

I love you and
I do love you

and I say it
now and again

and again
would you say

would you see

the world revolves

its axis

In honor of Juneteenth
In honor of Juneteenth

For My People

For my people everywhere singing their slave songs
     repeatedly: their dirges and their ditties and their blues 
     and jubilees, praying their prayers nightly to an
     unknown god, bending their knees humbly to an
     unseen power;

Rocca Ripesena, Italy
Rocca Ripesena, Italy

The Rose

The lily has a smooth stalk,
  Will never hurt your hand;
But the rose upon her brier
  Is lady of the land.

There's sweetness in an apple tree,
  And profit in the corn;
But lady of all beauty
  Is a rose upon a thorn.