Friday, February 11, 2011. Please check out my new blog, the Coquelicot Projects. Thanks for reading and commenting.

The jungle painter who never left paris. You follow the soothsayer shadow with her lute. And cobra boa through the season of tiger lilies. She is an anti-Eve hip-swaying down the black paths. Of Paradise, fanned by murky hands of leaf-gloom. Apes among the tangerines, a reticulated sky. Of palms and coral sun, the leer of alligator grass.

Does language hover between my nerve endings and the world, or is language my skin itself? Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air. Newly published by Quattro Books, and Tidal Fury. No gifts - you are the gift. The last page shown here is what ha.

Written to this image prompt from Magpie Tales. Like the tidal sea,. A center in a cotton skirt,. Heavy at the hem,. Flaring circle standing out,. Bare feet dancing with the dirt;. Once, on the western porch. Once, on the western porch. I watched lightning flash west south and north. While one man played flamenco tunes. Beside the deep set brass doors.

I hope you enjoy my ramblings! December 16, 2010. This piece is from an extremely interesting prompt over at Big Tent Poetry. There is no way I could ever do justice to his idea, but here is my lame attempt. The dead girl waits and watches.

Life is the dancer and you are the dance. Monday, June 6, 2011. The majority of my work will be going there. Sunday, June 5, 2011.

Poetry and Prose by Fyodor Lewis. Sunday, February 9, 2014. The Entropy of The Human Soul - Part I. Beginnings are so gurgling, giggling new. But when the time comes to end. I find that it, I cannot do. And what will it take. To find my heart and mind awake. And weave my way to in my end. I wander in my state.

Requesting Board Approval of Guild-Sponsored Events. Sign-in Sheets at Guild-Sponsored Events. Albany Poets Presents the 2018 Albany Word Fest. In celebration of National Poetry Month, Albany Poets is proud to present the 2018 Albany Word Fest featuring the poetry and spoken word of upstate New York. Third Thursday Poetry Night Featuring W. Clarke will read from his work at the Social Justice Center, 33 Central Ave. Come One, Come All, Fr.