Desert Nude

Wandering in the Wilderness . . .
It was a boyhood fantasy, coming
across a bare-breasted beauty in some
deserted place where she might rely on me
to rescue her, and her all willing
to reward my capable action with
tenderness and something undefined . . .
 
But now a man, I find myself here
in this deserted place, with this bare-
breasted young [...]

Psalm to Bathsheba

Song for Bathsheba
Bathing as an angel, you, my naked
beauty! From first I saw you airing dry,
I knew my heart gone, saw cupid take it
 
oh brutal arrow! slayer of three, make it
right to wrongly act! Oh, but tell me why,
bathing angel, you stood outside naked
 
for me to see . . . my heart now yours, rake [...]

Showers

After Spring Showers
Her beauty is the sky of my world, her flesh
my earth, her blood the rivers and ocean,
her eyes peridots faceted and star-brilliant,
her bones and hair are every forest and brush;
I fall to worship as drops roll down those hills
toward southern climbs, where the triangle
of her altar to femininity calls me to worship
and I [...]

Tanner’s Demise

Thief of Kisses
He was a fiend of hearts, was Jon Tanner;
seducer of women by wine and by song.
But one day a maiden too fair did Tanner
meet and kisses steal and away into the night
stole as though no promise lied through
puckered lips might hold him to a single
heart. But Duke Marinton’s daughter
had no will [...]

Kill the Critic

Killing the Inner Critic
You can’t do that!
          I hear far back in my head.
Poetry is serious stuff!
          It is my voice, when I’m dry.
You must be deliberate!
          Best ignored.
Where’s your rhyme scheme?
          Can’t speak—only scream.
No wonder nobody’ll publish you!
          Narrow and hostile, too.
Poetry doesn’t work like that!
          Protective of something sacred.
Don’t you have [...]

James Princeton Gar Returns

In the Cavern of the Sea Nymphs
You read about this sort of thing all the time
in myths and fairytales. But I, James Princeton
Gar, stand here to tell you, son: I seen ‘em!
Twas in the Indian Ocean, when I for the Queen
captained a ship and crew of swarthy seamen
salty as the brine and wily as any [...]

Scenic Park

Walk in the Park
A lot of things can change in a century;
parks seem to be one of those things—
and museums. Take this painting for example;
when is the last time you took a walk in the park
and found a nude woman? Or the last time
you saw a nude woman? With a skull?
With a cross? With both? [...]

Temptation

Temptation
I never knew Eve. Never spent time in her
garden or orchard. Any Eden, for that matter.
But I loved her from the time of my first
erection, first hint of manhood. My heroine
not because she gave the fruit to Adam,
not because she was the Matriarch of Rebellion,
nor because she blamed the serpent—
Because she opened the true gate
to [...]

Moonman

 
She is Captive of the Moon
Who is this man in the moon? I owe him
grief for the grief he’s inflicted on me;
my precious Azure I lost to him. She,
in quicksilver beauty bathed as though
blushing moonlight herself, was taken
by him, made captive of the moon.
I gaze up each night to see her there,
bound in ropes that [...]

Dragon Sport

Sporting with Dragons
Saint George I never was, nor archangel
Michael with his awesome sword and spear;
nevertheless, in imagination I stand before
that gory-headed beast with his seven
crowns and carrion breath, spouting noxious
vomits of brimstone and death, and I stand
with pen in hand, no sword, no spear nor lance,
and write heroes to slay with guile and wit
what I’ve [...]