Artist. Writer. Interdisciplinary Researcher.
Wander wide, allow for poetry of a different kind -
cadence and kerfuffle, the heart's rising above
a familiar chaos of subjects. On the late afternoon
wall, paintings in the making, canvas acrobats hang
on our every word. Bare feet yield to black
water. Beyond the frame, life is a risky business.
Jack-in-the-box. Angel. Thief. Some days a blackbird
at ease with the rhyme and chime of every unknown thing.
Like the signs written in dust after vultures have flown
or the bones a shaman rolls, clues clatter and scatter;
each piece falls to earth and order, takes its place
in the heart's vast chamber.
©CB [from 'The Clock in the Cul-de-sac Marks the Hour']