word shadows…

digital decoupage cwmartin 2012

i was
talking
with aunt bea
about
a high school classmate
who
during my puberty
was
a daily fantasy
but now
just a friend
a friend
aunt bea
had met
i told aunt bea
my friend’s marriage
was coming
to an end
aunt bea said
she had sensed that
some time ago
when i asked
how
she said
if you
listen
carefully chosen words
often reveal
what
they are trying
to hide

till death do we part…

digital collage cwmartin 2011

she lie
on the earth
clawing at it
with a slow
and steady pace
digging with her nails
pausing just briefly
as i walked up
her clothes
were new
freshly pressed
her handbag
most stylish
for her age
the veins
in her hands
pulsed with passion
and beads of sweat
like tears flowed
from her face
she said nothing to me
i held my breath
for a moment
and asked
what is your name
she once again paused
sighed
and said
mary
mary b franklin
and then
she resumed
her digging
i turned to go
but
looking down
beside her
i saw a stone
james
w
franklin

conquistadora…

she skillfully
filleted his ego
leaving his spine
outside her bedroom door
so when morning came
he had to crawl
naked
across the dogwood floor
inlayed with custom crosses
to leave just in time
to call his wife
about
the difficulty
of business trips
but
he left
without
a trace
of self