Friday, March 18, 2016

Barra de Navidad

Cometas en el cielo,
Lluvias de estrellas,
Lunas preciosas y hasta rojas.
Huracanes devastadores
Al fin y a cabo esto es vida,
Esto es el mundo.

Thursday, March 17, 2016

The Dirty Sixth on Friday Night

photo © Mark Butkus 2015
It's all about the music at SXSW.
"I got no rock and roll lemon baby
Just got a nine to five lime
That will rim your glass
On Friday night"
            — Random lyric on the Dirty Sixth

Monday, March 14, 2016

Charles Bane Jr.'s The Chapbook — You

photo © Mark Butkus 2012

I came upon you when I was a child
and kept the memory close,
through every feverish year.

My hair was silk from corn; yours,
black as the birds upon the snow
I fed the winter long.

Saturday, March 12, 2016

Maelstrom of Infatuation

photo © Mark Butkus 2008
A portrait of infatuation.

She's very intriguing.
Perfectly sculpted.
A semi smirk always resides.
Her lips share the same hue as the freshest of roses.

Saturday, March 5, 2016

How Fast They Grow

photo © Mark Butkus 2008
Of children and the parents they become.

There are things I've learned along the way
That I will share with you

You'll find the strength of your tomorrows
Are in your yesterdays

In playing silly childhood games
and being taught outside of school

Sunday, February 28, 2016

A Vestige of the Moon as a White Spot

photo © Mark Butkus 2009

The earth smells exclusive tonight,
wind fills the trees and lanes,
a train passes further on — lightweight.
If only I could talk about the voices I hear,
they’re an invisible stream of your breath,
where the past is lost at my fingertips.

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Baraka Bashad

Iconic scene from Selma-to-Montgomery Civil Rights March recreated at Lowndes Interpretive Center in Alabama.

I only knew I was from the darkness
once you introduced me to the light,
that light you hold within
that shines brighter than
anything I could ever fathom,
even with the foresight of
my third eye's sight.

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Paul Laurence Dunbar's Invitation to Love

photo © Mark Butkus 2011
A poem of love for Valentine's Day.

Come when the nights are bright with stars
Or come when the moon is mellow;
Come when the sun has golden bars
Drops on the hay-field yellow.
Come in the twilight soft and gray,
Come in the night or come in the day,
Come, O love, whene’er you may,
And you are welcome, welcome.