Speed

It is the swings that brings me back.
Eating wild berries from the fences
bursting fruit in Coconut Grove.
The salt in the air.
The exaggeration of elephant pants
and hot pants all those summer months
as a child flying held up by only a link.

A link to the what I would become.

A cop pulled me over on my 48th birthday.
He had on ski sunglasses pretending
to be Don Johnson.
I know the real Miami Vice.
I am Miami Vice.

His gold band glistened in the Bloomington
sun as he held up my driver’s license looking
for who I was. I wanted to flirt. To get away.
To look up at the oak tree that would later
be pulled roots and all by a Miami hurricane.
Instead I took the ticket and said "yes officer".

In Miami, right this second, someone is speeding
down Biscayne Blvd at 80 miles an hour.

New crayon sketch from JayCee

Bad Barber by JayCee

new from JayCee (acrylic on canvas paper)

new painting by JayCee

JayCee took pictures of the Eclipse

condiments day 1

acrylics on 6 by 9 sketch pad -

one is by jaycee and the other is by me --

Introducing paintings by JayCee, age 11

Here is a first of many more to be posted on this blog.