Thursday, May 26, 2016

Dialogue Between a Past and Present Poet

Past poet, present poet. Left shoe, right shoe.

Past Poet
I wrote of roses on a woman's breast,
Glowing as though her blood
Had welled out to a spellbound fierceness;
And the glad, light mixture of her hair.
I wrote of God and angels.
They stole the simple blush of my desire
To make their isolated triumph human.

Monday, May 23, 2016

On The Road: Ottawa, Tulips and Sidewalk Chalk


Other than being the political capital of Canada, Ottawa is known for two things: The frozen skateway known as the Rideau Canal and; the spring time Tulip Festival. Along with thousands of tourists converging upon Dow's Lake on the festival's last weekend to admire the myriad tulips on display we looked down and came across these poetic pauses written in chalk.

We've attributed the "anonymous" pauses where possible and have linked to biographical information on the authors. The following thoughts came to our collective consciousness first, through Chinese philosophers, American businesswomen and even the last line of the comedy TV series, The Office.

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Breakfast Snow


One does not expect
to see a snowflake Mid-May
on their weather map app

The flurries had flown
in the dark of the night
before it was time for bed

The creaking hall floor
gave reason to rise
early this Sunday morn

Friday, May 13, 2016

You


You,
who are my compass, my spirit,
who guides me through this amazement,
even without my knowing.
You, who leads me to drink the sweet water
that flows so freely in the rivers of your soul.
You, who nourish me with the flesh of your being
as my sustenance.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

I Dream of Sushi

photo © Mark Butkus 2015
Words on a fortune cookie: You have the ability to sense and know higher truth.

It was at that moment
In the dull hours before the dawn
That I stirred from my sleep

The world beyond my window
was shrouded in a fog glowing orange
Illuminated by the lamppost
Standing at attention

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