Tag Archives: love

For Talisse

Posted on December 29, 2015 by bohemianopus

I wrote this for my new granddaughter: When I look in your eyes, I hear the soft strumming of a mandolin, punctuated by finger cymbals. The universe celebrates your birth by dancing a giddy Tarantella led by a magic dragon strewn in … Continue reading →

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Geishas with Guns

Posted on January 20, 2014 by bohemianopus

Sharing my art is how I express joy. It is also how I vent my frustration. I used to paint pictures of pretty flowers and bucolic scenes. Now, my work sports geishas with guns and ballerinas with baseball bats. Today, … Continue reading →

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Thirty-nine Trips Around the Sun

Posted on October 30, 2012 by bohemianopus

I can not believe that since our wedding day, my husband and I have made 39 trips around the sun on Planet Earth together. The memories of this voyage float around my brain like pictures taken from an orbiting spacecraft. … Continue reading →

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A Poem for my Son

Posted on June 26, 2012 by bohemianopus
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Sand Dollars

Posted on December 4, 2011 by bohemianopus

Fill my pockets with sand dollars instead of real ones; and tell me again that I’m beautiful even though we both know you are lying. Capture the sunlight in your smile and the moonlight in your kiss, as we stand … Continue reading →

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Gotta Keep Movin’

Posted on November 14, 2008 by bohemianopus

I sit here in San Diego International Airport’s baggage claim area anxiously awaiting my father’s arrival from New Jersey for my birthday celebration. He plans to stay in Ocean Beach (OB) with me only three days because in his words, … Continue reading →

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