full moon driving

in retrospect

she views him as

a full moon

driving pickup truck

following stars

and empty planets

his ever-present heart

beating like

a packrat stranded

in just another traffic jam

the cold lineup

brave cheeks

weighted winter

thoughts of

mae west’s framed eyes

by mary ann blinkhorn

into an urban vermeer’s light

into an urban vermeer’s light

noise, stillness, solitude, silence

present condition

sitting cross-legged on carpet


jaywalking wind

pushing free press onto

abrasive scouring pads

sending it all to kitchen


sleep night

night bright

resting with one eye shut

one ear open

she waits


it was an artful pint, was it?

and you heard what?

poe’s raven?

poe’s raven ranting

perched on circular straw?



held tight

much delight


evening walk

coffee-molasses in

late night carafe

in 24/7 diner

stars dancing embedded in clouds


back home

ripe poems




verses continuing on in the kitchen


where they eat brain foods

fish, walnuts, blueberries

comfort foods warming on burner


like invading a frozen

time capsule


that was a simile

not a smile

he’d say to her

and then laugh


by mary ann blinkhorn

bohemian moon still shining

artist sketches

a plentiful street

walks down red and

smoky gray sidewalk

bohemian moon shining


many signatures passing by

lacking words

their stories undone

palettes bright

their tired frames searching

for comfortable chairs on patios

but there are none

not tonight


artist goes home

bandages window

where view hurts the most

bohemian moon still shining


by mary ann blinkhorn