In Winter wing
too high
tomorrows turn
Spring and dust.
honest blooms
the fate of love
and lust.
Copyright 2009, Michael Lamanna
Two Doves – a poem (in process)
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Love, lust, poem, poems, poet, poetry, Spring, wings, winter, writer on November 28, 2009 by fullsunPastel #1 – a painting
Posted in Paintings, Uncategorized with tags artist, artwork, inspiration, landscape, landscape workshop, marsh, painter, painting, Paintings, pastel, pastel workshop, poem, poems, poet, poetry, relaxing, sperlak, stan sperlak, workshop on August 20, 2009 by fullsunA few weeks ago I took a weekend workshop with an excellent pastel landscape artist and teacher named Stan Sperlak, www.stansperlak.com. I’ve never worked in pastel before and I’ve never painted landscapes before. I’ll post a few of the pieces I did during the workshop. Here is the first, which happens to be the last one I did on the last day of the workshop.
If you are thinking about doing any workshops, I highly recommend Stan. I don’t usually do workshops but I really enjoyed the experience and appreciated the level of his instruction.
Copyright 2009, Michael Lamanna
Trinity #5 – a poem
Posted in Poetry: If it was easy they'd call it poe-do, Trinities, Uncategorized with tags angels, moon, night, poem, poems, poet, poetry, snow on August 17, 2009 by fullsun
snow mutes a crescent
angels
carve the night
Copyright 2008, Michael Lamanna
A flower anomaly
Posted in Uncategorized on August 14, 2009 by fullsunI found this interesting phenomenon in my yard today. It’s a black-eyed susan with petals that are round like little tubes. Just thought I’d show them to you.
copyright 2009, Michael Lamanna
copyright 2009, Michael Lamanna
Trinity #4 – a poem
Posted in Poetry: If it was easy they'd call it poe-do, Trinities, Uncategorized with tags angel, branch, poem, poems, poet, poetry, sky, wind, wings on August 12, 2009 by fullsun
wind wags a branch
wings
reach into the sky
Copyright 2008, Michael Lamanna
Green Scarves – a painting
Posted in Paintings, Uncategorized with tags acrylic, artist, artwork, painter, painting, Paintings, poem, poems, poet, poetry, portrait, wedding on August 11, 2009 by fullsun
Copyright 2009, Michael Lamanna
I painted this for my sister as a wedding gift.
Congratulations Lucy and Janiah!
Breathe, Become – a poem
Posted in Poetry: If it was easy they'd call it poe-do, Uncategorized with tags becoming, breath, cow, field, gold, grass, green, heart, I am, poem, poems, poet, poetry, remember, sun on August 7, 2009 by fullsunremembering, I am
gold
and green
folding fields
long
subtle
silver hills
round
azure
pond and sky
I stray
grazing
glorious
grass. Sway
drifting
effortless
cloud
remember, I am
cow
like Sun
massive, stubborn
breath
like breeze
warm, growing
heart
like grass
alive, golden
I stall
breathing
becoming
ripe. Fall
passing
remember
I am.
Copyright 2008, Michael Lamanna
Trinity #3 – a poem
Posted in Poetry: If it was easy they'd call it poe-do, Trinities, Uncategorized with tags limb, poem, poems, poet, poetry, sacrifice, sand, wave on August 4, 2009 by fullsun
wave offers a limb
sacrifice
rolled onto the sand
Copyright 2008, Michael Lamanna
Sea of Galilee – a painting
Posted in Paintings, Uncategorized with tags acrylic, art, artist, artwork, boat, galilee, painter, painting, Paintings, poem, poems, poet, poetry, sail, sea, sea of galilee, storm on August 3, 2009 by fullsun
Copyright 2009, Michael Lamanna
Opaque – a poem (in process)
Posted in Poetry: If it was easy they'd call it poe-do with tags brick wall, opaque, poem, poetry, Spring on August 3, 2009 by fullsunbrick
wall outside a window
transparent reflections
super-imposed
over a red grid,
the garden in early Spring.
Copyright 2008, Michael Lamanna
Trinity #2 – a poem
Posted in Poetry: If it was easy they'd call it poe-do, Trinities, Uncategorized with tags landscape, poem, poems, poet, poetry, prayer, resurrection, time on August 2, 2009 by fullsun
time fades a prayer
resurrection
becomes the landscape
Copyright 2008, Michael Lamanna
per-f/u-me – a poem
Posted in Poetry: If it was easy they'd call it poe-do, Uncategorized with tags perfume, poem, poems, poet, poetry on August 1, 2009 by fullsun per
f/u
me
dirty
t h i n g s
like crumbs
in a crotch or
soggy crackers in a
urination chamber: no
accountability, air toxic with
lies. her pitcher, her ripe clay pot
I taste per warm
mud on my lips. toes, fu
red grapes, unpressed, me
unwashed. swollen, she
obliterates a tear-
shaped vial cra
empty me on the flo cks
mories or. gutter-mud
insulation, smear on
every part of me. a ghost:
cheap perfume
spilled on the carpet
soaks my tongue in gin,
makes it thick and white, a burden like the prostitute’s broken ewer.
Copyright 2007, Michael Lamanna
Trinity #1 – a poem
Posted in Poetry: If it was easy they'd call it poe-do, Trinities, Uncategorized with tags moon, moth, poem, poet, poetry, thief on July 30, 2009 by fullsun
man touches a moth
thief
guided by the moon
Copyright 2008, Michael Lamanna
Marilyn
Posted in Songs, Uncategorized with tags Marilyn Monroe, Music, poem, poet, poetry, song on July 26, 2009 by fullsunThis is my first attempt at recording one of my songs (thank you Garageband).
For Coffeegirl – a poem (in process)
Posted in Poetry: If it was easy they'd call it poe-do with tags Beach, Cape May, Perry Street, poem, poet, poetry, seashore on July 25, 2009 by fullsunCape May is like a pillow
days when sunlight settles down, easy
humid, almost hazy air
sounds drift away, even
as waves
of tourists pass
on Perry Street.
Thoughts sift.
Re-lease Summer-
green leaves,
patient dreams, sleeveless
shirts and bikini strings.
Down on Perry Street
sunflowers try
to grow in sand-beds
and her hands try
to work the earth
surprised by the easy sound
of sighs, Summer
brown skin, sunlight
in her eyes and cool,
salty sheets and waves
drawing around
her waist.
Copyright 2009, Michael Lamanna
On the Last Day – a poem (in process)
Posted in Poetry: If it was easy they'd call it poe-do, Winter at the Beach with tags ocean, on the last day, pipers, poem, poetry, seagulls, sunrise on January 31, 2009 by fullsun“Not much of a sun-
rise today.” – she says the sky is dark; cautious
gulls and pipers
run
from
thinning lips
contagious autumn houses, vacant driveways, wings gathering
songs from the north
waves high upon the sand
yawn
and
stretch
gleen mysterious eddies
and gorge
in her bed
like the horizon
wind
fingers
the feathers of her breast.
Copyright 2008, Michael Lamanna
Lost at Sea – a poem(in process)
Posted in Poetry: If it was easy they'd call it poe-do, Winter at the Beach with tags Beach, clown, lost at sea, mist, ocean, poem, poetry, sea, winter on December 11, 2008 by fullsunEarly morning
ghost
illusive glow,
palid mist,
unyielding mirror: my
heart steps
double,
tips the floor now
fore, now aft. Swollen
crests and minutes peak
and sink;
full chest
of jewels;
a treasure
set adrift
for burial.
Waves rise up, reclaim
the mist.
In this light, new
I am found
at sea.
copyright 2008, Michael Lamanna
Where the High Dunes Dip – a poem
Posted in Poetry: If it was easy they'd call it poe-do, Winter at the Beach with tags Beach, dunes, poem, poetry, waves on December 7, 2008 by fullsunWhere the high dunes dip
hidden waves
crest and foam
sheets drift
and pearl skin, asleep
rises fresh from the sea.
Copyright 2008, Michael Lamanna
Just Like Us, Mating – a poem(in process)
Posted in Poetry: If it was easy they'd call it poe-do, Uncategorized with tags fashion, gravity, Just Like Us Mating, poem, poetry on December 1, 2008 by fullsunBare skin was a sign of strength, a fashion where fashion didn’t exist. The word didn’t exist
“fashion”
the idea didn’t exist (fashion, fashion, fashion) still, they wore clothes – and undressed. Read more »
regrets
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Dag Hammarskjold, garden, regrets, weeds on November 25, 2008 by fullsunJust had my first experience with blog regret.
I was lying in bed, trying in vain to go to sleep and it occurred to me that I wasn’t happy with some of the things I had posted here in the Garden. So I got out of bed and deleted them.
It’s not that they were incorrect, it’s that they were ugly.
I remember a quote from Dag Hammarskjold’s Markings, it went like this, “He who wants to keep his garden tidy doesn’t reserve a plot for weeds.”
words to live by here in the Full Sun Garden.
Winter Will Be – a poem
Posted in Poetry: If it was easy they'd call it poe-do, Winter at the Beach with tags Beach, Charlie Chaplin, dune, ocean, poem, poetry, The Tramp, winter on November 22, 2008 by fullsunSilent
like Charlie Chaplin;
a dune mouse
dance
in and out of tar-
stained bulkheads.
Long grass,
brown,
dry and split;
I am Here . . . Writer’s Heaven
Posted in Winter at the Beach with tags Beach, Cheap living, Chelsea Hotel, Dream, Eurydice, Fantasy, inspiration, Orpheus, relaxing, writer, writer's retreat, writing on November 19, 2008 by fullsun
For those wo don’t know the place, the East Coast of the United States is lined with little beach towns that have been built into small cities over the last thirty or forty years. In the Summer months these towns are jam-packed with beach-going families, college students on break and foreigners who come to work in the restaurants and other resort attractions. In Winter, the tourists disappear and the locals are left with empty streets, hibernating businesses and the achingly cold wind blowing in across the beautiful ocean.
You can find cheap apartments in these towns during the cold months. I currently rent a hotel room with an amazing view of the beach and ocean. It’s an excellent place to dream.
In the morning I play Orpheus. I sit on the window seat and strum my guitar, lifting the Sun out of the ocean with a song. Eurydice speaks louder than memories and my desk is only a few steps away. Work is easy here.
When I need a break from writing I lie down on my bed and watch the ocean. From the right angle I can make the buildings around me disappear and imagine I’m in a cabin out at sea. From another angle I can see just the rooftops of the buildings and I find myself in a Mediterranean village.
Sometimes I drift off, not quite to sleep but into a deep semi-somnolent trance and travel to realms beyond the imagination . . . deep, deep relaxation in the warm sunlight pouring through my windows.
And this is me, alone in a room, with silence interrupted occasionally by the distant sound of a hammer from one of the off-season construction crews.
I am alone in a town full of closed businesses and darkened homes where I can walk for several blocks without seeing another person or a car. Or, if the loneliness begins to overwhelm . . .
I can go down to the Surf Cafe for some conversation and to enjoy a good, cheap meal. All this and the busy world of the rest of the country is only a ten minute drive away, in case I need a reminder or a job.
Is it possible that this place exists or am I lying on a bed somewhere else dreaming it all?
