Heroic Pink

There is a brave new shade;
coming flush of innocence 
made complete. Color 
stretched globally, wielded 
with a twist; juicy mix 
of wicked and meek.

Archetype hues conquer 
celebrated softness, embody 
giving and release. Rampant
sunset, blush without apology; 
semi-divine pink 
of Amazons and queens.


tk/December 2014


Excellent read by R.A.D. Stainforth...in a slightly different venue...

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Our fingers lace,
as if they were always knit;
you guide me into the street,

where centuries of secrets rise
between paving stones,
from under darkroom doors.

Like our first embrace,
my new jacket goes unnoticed 
in monochrome. 

Stolen glance ― snap! 
Your eyes flash Kodak,
encompassing everything north. 

Nothing important is exchanged; 
a few riddles, exhaled laughs, 
camera-shy smiles. 

Under a suspended crescent,
you surprise ― all quick-turn and lips ―
like the Doisneau.



tk/December 2014

Evocative monochrome read by R.A.D. Stainforth...

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It

Sleep is innocent.

It runs, hides in the dark,

is easily frightened by radiators,

the drop of a digital clock.

I have access no longer

to the lull of manifold sheep.

Time zones are corrupted

with a single cunning sock.

Night spins uncountable hours

in a game of blindfold;

I hear your voice in my head,

misidentify your face on purpose,

wanting always to be it.

tk/December 2014

Deliciously soporific R.A.D. Stainforth...

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