waiting for this moment...

Music: "Blackbird" by the Beatles

slideshow copyright Rhonda Prince 2009

bloodless...come closer...closer

jigsaw pieces by nicole taylor

Jigsaw pieces
in a box.
Sausages (pigs)
in a blanket.
Chicken pieces
in a burger.
Three ladies
in a café
at lunch.
Puzzles, conundrums,
wrapped in conversation,
wrapped in a meal.

text and photo copyright nicole taylor 2009

alfonsina by jorge pastrana

text copyright jpastrana 2009

photo copyright browland 2009

the perfume of my soul

my face is buried in the rancid sweat

of the neck of a woman who sells newspapers
she lives in a dry riverbed
with criminals, sociopaths and old sleeping bags
normally funny and self-mocking,
today she is afraid
her liver is exploding
she wants a beer
a dollar
an embrace
she smells horrible,
of depleted adrenaline and alcohol,
a scent that i love

text and photo copyright browland 2009

safe

I will ease your pain
I will cure your hurt,
now I lay me down to sleep
but your magic I will keep
safe and protected from eyes and ears
of those who don't understand
who don't see what I see
all I ask in return
is a piece of redemption
sucked from your fingertips
which
seems
to
be
the
only
place
I'm
safe
fall down weeping
in quiet halls of filth
and I will hold your head in my lap
and whisper you
into sleep folded close to my heart
which
seems
to
be
the
only
place
you
are
safe.
Tomorrow will be the same
as today and yesterday
but still I know
what you need to survive
trust me to bring you
into sweet repose
and peace

photo and text© rkprince

works by Nicole Taylor

Her Oath and Her Name

She wears
Tabu.

She buys flowers, red roses
too.

Her perfume says
prohibited,

but her actions say
uninhibited,

a toss of the long
hair

with such great
flair.

Her passions are
romantic.

Her methods are
eccentric.

At your picture, she
stares.

To the sideline, she
leers.


image and text copyright 2009 nicole taylor

a link to more poetry: http://www.beatsupernovarasa.com/Lectures/bacheca007.htm