Fay Collins Art paint me a mirage of purple and lilacs to bouquet the sky of grey & icy nights- spring awaits, choir of colors...

I wear a coat of red inhaling icy air of winter  from Blue mountains to Lake Ontario at 2 C, my skin is tough as maple tree As I stan...

charred earth, i return to you my voice hoarse as wind murmuring goodbyes you don't hear a fireball caught me as my voice, hoarse ...

a black hawk hunches inside of me subway train grinds,  moving the city  in same direction to east/west then south/north ac...

Teach me tough love Staking my stand, numbed with fear Grow my hands thick, boxing gloves When I'm speared by slights and jeers St...

as I turn the book words leap, delicious as        sugar-spice images and faces are luminous        as stars i imagine pianos     ...

he is seated across me          in subway train in white jacket and pants          he is lost cat standing out in sea of black and ...

I failed to see the hour of the sunset In silent room, where vase of marigold promises spring & stories untold Your hands are st...

this poem is journey      blaming (you)      &      blaming (me) when our hearts are stones       we river with sands, instead o...

to mighty wind sweeping rising tides & swirling snow flurries- i offer globe of lilies to black birds that disappeared in shadow...