Each year I select pieces from my work for the following year’s calendar. These are the collages seem to belong together. The accompanying poetry creates context for each work.
All of you who have acquired my calendars in past years know this is not just another calendar. It is an item that you display on your coffee table, a gift to a special friend. Each image is printed on premium quality paper using high quality archival ink. This means you’re purchasing twelve prints. The prints can be framed and hung individually or in groupings that can cover an entire wall. This is not a calendar you throw away at the end of the year.
I produce each of these calendars. Each takes about an
hour.
The calendars cost $20 each plus $2 ($1 for each additional one) for postage and handling. They will also be offered on Ebay.
Cool Runnings
The river collects its rain drops
They toss and spin
for all their energy
They run cool against my skin
Seeking to quench the fire hot within
And as the fall of the land draws river to the sea
Let this burning need draw you to me
Tanya’s Choice
I choose you
Every time
There have been others here and there
Of better form, flash or feature
But there’s this coil in me.
It bends and twists, yearning that fit
Found only in your space
There to form an endless stream
The lubricant of countless dreams
Your smell the curve of your thigh
As I wonder how and why
When they ask, I’ll always cry---
I choose you
On Second Thought
I’ve been thinking about what you said
And what I answered
Some say your first thought is usually the best
But on second thought
I’ve been thinking about what I said
And what you answered
Some say the first thing he says is what he meant
But on second thought
Baby, the next time we get together, let’s not say nothing.
Fresh Flowers
I watch you fall asleep among the flowers
You are as one of these
Shall I pluck you?
Wear you in my lapel for all to see
Put you in a vase to brighten my room
Give you to another to ease the way
Or lie beside you, then close my eyes
Assured I’ll find you in that place
From which there are no goodbyes
Walking Away
I sit on the park bench she walks up the path
Her steps firm and strong across the pavement
And as she passes all else stands still
My heart, my mind, my dreams
She walks on
She loves me or else she would have stopped!
They start again
My heart, my mind, , my dreams,
Until tomorrow
I sit on the park bench
No Loitering
The woman she tells me the child is mine
The child’s disrespect?
The hurtful kind
The hunger, the thirst, the nights without sleep
Sometimes there’s money for drinking
But there’s nothing to eat
My dreams? I can’t find them
In all this dirt and grime
Think I’ll just give up searching
Sure I’ve lost them this time
East Of Eden
There’s a time and place that we all come from
Where clothing was worn to protect from the sun
From sharp objects, the rain and insect bites
Or to help keep you warm on a cold lonely night
Yet there the bare body was a thing of beauty
To adorn with flowers, beads or feathers
Oh great civilization the bounties you bestow
But only in exchange for finding chagrin
In walking around showing too much of our skin
I’ve Heard That Before
It was just a flirtation
She meant nothing to you
If I hadn’t found out
It would still be all through
Say you’re ready to settle down
You’re done with running around
You’ll be a one-woman-man
Brother, don’t take this as a taunt
But what makes you think
What you’ve got left
Is all I need or want?
First Born
This woman child
Mother of my children’s children
This first fruit of my loins
With strength of my arms
I hold you up
On the foundation of my soul
I build you up
Always On My Mind
Even when you’re here
within my arms
I can’t get close enough
Why did nature, in all her glory
Leave us boundaries to endure?
I want to merged with you
like the ingredients
in a day old spicy stew
And when you’re gone
my hunger
Oh how it still lingers
I wish you were here
for me to lick
Like candy
from my fingers
The Turning Point
I Is this my alternative abandon all hope?
Take the others with me who can’t cope
Sooth inevitable hurt with loud noise
Louder still!
Find pleasure as it annoys
For in the quiet times forged by that I would forget
T Traces of the other paths strewn with needs unmet
Seen through razor wire
Rusted by tears on fire
Princess Bride
Back from the ever renewing edge of time
I summon you
Bear witness to your beauty
Once shrouded
By pale comparisons
Which lust did so easily cast aside
Through shades from ebony to sweet brown sugar
Look back
I was always here
It was just your eyes
That could not see
Love hidden inside me
I am a self-taught, self-representing artist. I spent more than thirty years pursuing a corporate career in which I was satisfied and successful. For the last three years I have been given the gift of embracing a passion. It is difficult to describe what it’s like but as I get my arms around it but I know I’ll never let go. You can google my website at lincsart.com. Please visit my Store on Ebay.
