PER ELISA

  I am sitting on a filthy floor in an emptied room in front of a fireplace that has never seen a true fire. I survey the battlefield before me. I silently marvel at the accumulated detritus of three years worth of grief. For a flicker of a moment I think this is not the war I fought….

Fire Island Pines: On The Pulse of The Morning

My eyes hold their place amongst the wreckage of my face. I’m thinking, one more cocktail with this blue-eyed slab, (paid for twice over, but never to be owned), will not subdue the bestial morning’s sadistic appetite. The secret is out; Fire Island tragedies are lurking under star-crossed pines in paradise. My eyes are held in place midst…

TRAGEDIES OF GRANDEUR ON THE HIGH SEAS

THE UNSINKABLE TITANIC ON HER FIRST VOYAGE:   LIVERPOOL TO NEW YORK CITY The TITANIC struck an iceberg on April the 14 of 1912 at 11:40 PM and sank a few hours later. It was early morning of April 15, 1912. They were four days out to sea on their way to New YorK City. UTLEY…

IS IT ANY WONDER?

  I was born of vapor rising from the hairline cracks of skyscrapers. I could fly before I could run. I could run before I could walk. I’ve seen the world in flames. I’ve heard my mother sobbing. I know your pain because I am an old man dying as I inhale the newborn’s breath. I am…

伯恩寫的 by SCOTT UTLEY

    遏制我的拯救靈魂 我的紙張在我所有的邊緣燃燒 你是我成為煙民 美國洛杉磯CA美國,2018年4月19日  

GOD IS THE GENIUS IN YOU

F-BOOK POST & REPLY; AUGUST 15, 2017 LA CA USA: DEBBIE GUILLIAM POSTED ON HER FACEBOOK PAGE AUGUST 14, 2017: [For those of you who still have your parents in your lives: You are so blessed. But some of you are too blind to realize how precious time is & that your parents won’t be around…

MORNING AGAIN

  My body rises before the sun.  My eyes flutter just as filament in clear light bulbs do. Alone with myself, I fantasize the universe. Just for a moment, my opti-glitter eyes become beacons illuminating my life; all my sorrow, shame, thrills, love, loves and fears exposed. It will be several hours before the sun pitches her amber…

Wenn Ich Sterbe – Scott Utley – Translated By Claudia Beine

  Eingebrannt in die Geschichte meiner Ahnen, ist die Geschichte unserer Liebe; eine spirituelle Entscheidung. Ganz wundervoll beschrieben ist das Epos unseres Bundes, Niedergeschrieben in die Erinnerungen meines einfachen, dahineilenden Lebens. Ich bin betäubt von der Tiefe deiner Seele, Werde ich für immer verwirrt bleiben? Vollkommen zerstreut habe ich heute Abend, auf einer Hollywood Autobahnüberführung,…

AQUILA

I am your mother. I make love to the moon. You are a bird, downy-garbed, not yet ready to fly. I drink the Earth’s tears each day I go high. You’r’e wide-eyed, lovely and filled with questions ‘why.’ Partake of my wisdom, together, we shall kiss the sky.

HAWK & THE RAVEN

Full  moon silver frosted leaves, glacine dew robed sycamore sleeves. Sagacious spiders (masters of weave), slept snug & warm beneath my eaves. The creek roared fierce with a late spring rain. All things full must surely wane. Perpetual blossoms should not be sad, but I can’t sing when I’m feeling mad. Atomic beats drove me…

KING OF THE GALIATHANS

    In various shades of suede stood Rex, King of the Galiathans. The Great Dane beauty had lived his life according to the laws of our universe. Kilos of muscle, tendons & fierce intelligence griped the cliffs. Behind him, carrying a pail of lotus leaves galloped Alex, a prince of a man. I loved him for that. I…