I am published often, thanks to the adoration of a wonderful editor- Jorge Pinto Guedes, in Digital Photographer Magazine in Europe.

These tearsheets are from #22: Images with Words. It’s such a treat to see my poetry translated into Portuguese, which is a beautiful language. Portugal, and my friends and colleagues in Lisbon, hold a very special place in my heart.

These images and words, for me, are bittersweet. I suppose all good things must come to an end… I’m grateful to be able to weave these seemingly fleeting moments into my art, and add a positive-permanence to any of the people, places and things that inspire me as an artist.

Here is the poem in English:

Our space our town

tinkering with twilight
to tell ourselves
it’s not too late.
One more song,
one more story.
(Don’t let this
slip out from underneath me.)
Please let this melody linger
like a seed on the breeze.

Boardwalk sun-signs blend moment
into muscle memory; sensory
overload
slices seductively flooding
sensile fingertips translating
tales and fortunes.
Relish in restraint, relinquishing
into the bath
an inch
at a time feeling the
warmth rise and send spirit skyward to
chase the tales of dragons.

2 of 3
sighing outside of decency-
Dilute the delusions with
hot breaths and baited words.
Sliding against the wall unable to
escape sighs and lullabys.
Slipping into soft sighs,
thighs and nimble touch.
Pulse-point-perfect-pressure
pricking and poised for charm school.
Stretch out, slink sideways,
slip inside of the improvidence,
seeing only today.

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