Category Archives: Local Color



Virginie

The paddle tennis courts are haunted, graced
By myriad spirits—some demonic, foul,
Others, bright. Chief among those we embrace:
Virginie’s haloed smiles—she never scowls. Continue reading →

Posted in Friends, Local Color

Venice, CA—October 13, 2009—8:30 AM

The sky is dark, the world is bleak
The market’s down—all cause for pique.
Contrariwise, bp’s alright,
The larder’s full, the roof is tight. Continue reading →

Posted in Affluence, Local Color, Poverty

Taggers

I try to understand, I really do,
But mind will never cool the raging heart
Enflamed by spattered spray paint. What fiend fuels
The taggers’ need to vandalize? No art Continue reading →

Posted in Local Color

Birthday Poem

Virginie lives down by the tennis courts
With her paramour. She’s formidable,
Haloed with wild blonde hair, and will cavort,
From time to time, paddle in hand, nubile, Continue reading →

Posted in Friends, Local Color, Lust

Politics

Face it, “occasional” poems suck—the Queen’s
Birthday, the Prince’s new-born child, triumph
At the Battle of This or That—pralines,
Candied words, trivial verse, crud-lumps— Continue reading →

Posted in Local Color, Politics, Today's News

Fire Season

It’s that time again! Each year—when wild air
Spumes, raging east to west—bent, sullen fiends
(Devoid of skill, of charm, talent, note) dare,
Find means, make their mindless mark, nourish dreams. Continue reading →

Posted in Local Color, Today's News