a little poetry*


Flute and Guitar Duo



Satin rustles on her arm

his string vibrates a reply

to begin the winter night’s music.

Plumbing secrets of sound

with a love of clarity not linear

but indecent, more like embraces —

her gold flute, his gentle wrist

birth maelstroms,

that chord frankly in the body,

this note captive of her curls,

with always the applause of death

— shivers among sirens —

lending urgency to breath and hand,

their passion melts the air,

and brings to the surface, mi amor,

every ship ever wrecked

on the dancing waves.



* from Unpacking the China, QuillsEdge Press 2106