I gave you every chance
Every chance to make it right
13-month song-and-dance
But you never saw the light

And now it’s time to pay the piper
Yeah, now all the dues are due
‘Cause I’ll strike just like a viper
Soon the payee will be you

Surrounded by corruption
Where darkness has its say
Pardon the disruption
And have a great day!

O.G. Hawkins

watercolour
by Jackie Blair McSween

I miss gazing into your eyes

The water washes over my body then slips away

Summer heat hits when I am not looking

I am exhausted; I lost myself in us

An early spring; the rose blooms too soon

A storm moves in when I am not looking

Frozen in my steps, the storm is upon me

The thunder roared with staggering sound

Rain falls when I am not looking

I am drenched; in what I know I can feel

The rain pounds; the hard ground breaks away

Cool night air surrounds me when I am not looking

I am at peace; I embrace my aloneness

The early bird rises with a song of rejuvenation

Autumn breeze arrives and I am looking

I let it all go; fate becomes my friend

Beyond words – the changing of the leaves.

Jackie Blair McSween

for a moment you did not call

then i heard the phone ring

silence all

as sound was everything

your hand we never held hands

my hand misses that

the heart understands

allowances wears a hat

the field grows snap peas we snap peas

the rook could babble well

to aim to please

and no one may tell

we did not talk

that walk

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oil on canvass 48×72
by Jill Joy

oil on canvass 48×72
by Jill Joy

              The silhouette of My Black Cat

is away over the rocks –

              I have brought the wrought iron furniture

black, out of the basement

              & put glass tops

                         upon it.

_

I have poured My White Wine

             & taken a phone call

from My Stepmother in California

            thanking Me profusely

                      for the peach roses

sent in memory of My Father

I was interrupted at this poem

                       by Her, My Stepmother

who says My Painting I gave

                       to My Father

_

which He Hung in

The Big Room in Vermont

behind a wood stove

will be shipped to Me

by Her Grand Daughter

Who’s labouring in bed

                      with twins

Joanna Hyde
February 15^th 2012  The Hawk

acrylic on masonite square series…
12″ X 12″…
by Kristine Zoodedoo

I have painted The Ideal Painting

It has Daisies all over It

like Stars –

It has a Rod of Pink

“aggressively pornographic”

It has

The Shower of Lights

The Devil’s Tale

(The Daisies are The Devil’s Lie)

Joanna Hyde
January 25^th 2012   The Hawk

RECONCILIATION
22 x 28 inches water soluble oil on canvas
painted in The Hawk Studio, January 24, 2012
by Joanna Hyde