Is it ever just the way the light falls on the curves of your face like the waters of the Niagara - breath taking...takes my breath or is it the angles of your cheeks highlighting an ancient place sacred knowledge inherent lines a road map introspective of your fathers eyes and a mouth that speak …
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Drum Beat on the Table
Walking the shoreline winter winds toss sea foam into the air - (Yes I digress) a familiar tag line used so often, the past collides with the present - life and all of its ups and downs and glory. Glory, its intentions; seriously not lost on me. ...and as if on autopilot (yet another cliché) …
Berklee Story
A moment a shuffle throw one back gently put that baby down every musician has a Berklee story none as poignant as mine and you spin storytelling to a new high I can't recall the last time I laughed so hard the last time I laughed...the last time Memory lane dims and time fades agony …
Austin
Dry winds blow from somewhere south of the city limits and I'm flying high above the clouds headed west to witness the joining of his life to hers and my emotions are a tightrope of joy and anticipation I shift in my seat 1st class buzz a glass of champagne compliments of Delta it's a …
One of My Stories
It was Valentines Day...I made chocolate covered strawberries you photographed them Nikon Kodachrome color never fades the chemo nurse asked for a signed copy she collects strawberry photos kitchen framed hanging on the wall fav patient she said you graciously complied signature of an artist a future Hallmark card never to throw away take-out delivery …
Twinkling Lights
Warm cup of coffee hands wrapped tightly around over sized thermos skim latte with a dash of cinnamon comfort zone no way home thoughts interrupt warm and reminiscent shooting shiver from head to toe gazing amusement while black swans glide ceremoniously atop the biting cold waters Saugatuck LIS Atlantic fed riverbed elegantly withdrawn as the …
I Cry For You
Walking out knee deep Fluid reflections glimmer Walking out shifting sandbar Low tide is a slow rise The moon sits stoically On a fine line drawn Across the horizon And I can only imagine What is beyond the curve Of this narcissistic planet - Earth Or the destination of shooting stars First hand knowledge burn …
A Generation Of Fuck-ups
We may be of A different blood line We are sister friends Of a similar kind And as far as Fuck ups go On a scale Of one to ten We are an odd Yet profound eleven ...and while you Laugh at me We both know I bring a smile To your mouth And nothing …
It’s Not How Many Notes You Play
It’s not how many notes How many notes you play It’s the spaces in between Like lines between words Of woe or endearment It's the silence That lingers in the air Silence that lingers After making love Spaces in between - lines, notes, words Silence floats Peacefully above Floats peacefully While lovers embrace Quiet gentle …
Trilby Yates 