The Master Luthier

written in memory of Sir Amador Tamayo A trip to the luthier was alwaysa whole day affairYou never rushed talkYou never rushed art You told many storiesfunny, bare, earthyas the green expansethat cradled the workshop Nature, light banterPerhaps through the chatteryour ears were expertly probingIs this playerMellow and deepSprightly and brightHow does one marryflesh andContinue reading “The Master Luthier”

Ode to my General

From the first foray Armour was cast aside like clothes in a frenzy White flags raised Sighs surrendered in honour of a love that could Breathe So unlike past lovers, tepid desire Festering discontent Poison buds whispered caution Ignored at first but impossible to make history Transient cadets were just parlay for You, bastion ofContinue reading “Ode to my General”