Thursday, February 16, 2012

For My Baby

We are....

Two notes
Harmonious Duet
in Spirit and in flesh
Adagio & capriccio at once.

Restful at ease...but spirited
Composing our own chromatic scale

We are enharmonic intervals
Two notes...

Differing in name only
Homophony, meant to play
in unison

Intimate in character,
...yet impromptu

Timeless and classical
Yet newly composed

Playing each measure
lovingly and in tempo

A Romantic prelude
to our climactic symphony.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

A Heart Struck Moon

Our flesh entwined

on the altar bed.


gently bathes

Cimmerian shade

with lustrous alms.

of light.

and love.

A heart struck moon

Paints lace of light,

Across our mortal souls,

We kiss goodnight.

Pseudologia Fantastica

With mirrors

summoned from

A childhood priest,

Fata Morgana

sweeps a rusty Midas

high and away

in the cold-hearted

dry autumn air.

Calcine flames


over Incubus' air castles

Ere tornados blast their

cinders to the cheerless heavens.

Algonquin's frosty smile.

Dreaming of her king's

resplendent touch

Her inexorably

treasured taste

of gold.

I am the charred remains.

The Luminescence of Foxfire

The luminescence of foxfire

bathes decaying wood.

Suffused, languished light

yearning for the magic

that lives in old books

and fond familiar thoughts.

Meridian shadows can

gull a blind blue eye

into higher thoughts

that quickly drop beneath

dark forest canopies,

and eternal nights of

faintly obscuring leaves.

Saturday, December 19, 2009


Leafless branches reach
to the cloudy darkness of the
December Portland rain.

Season's greetings.

Thursday, August 13, 2009



Art waits

inside my brain.

Forming sinewy
limbs and words

twisting forth and kicking

beating with the same heart
as my own

Waiting to emerge.

Stacy Alexander

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Poem for a poem

A poem rushed
through my body

blood though vein
hale and hearty

deep. red. irreverent.

Now it rests
in my bones

sand on desert
dry and brittle

soft. gray. white.

Stacy Alexander