Monday, July 26, 2010

Devouring Sea

Devouring Sea
Flesh rolls before my very eye.
Salt licks her sunny side eggs and his sausage bump.
Drizzling enigmatic sauce prepares to devour.
My irritating gift grows your pearl to thump.
Pouring squid ink over flesh I devour you.
Cracked you like an oyster I shuck your sea.
Crawling inside your soul I resonate your sea.
Waves of intention flood my eye.
Writhing in squid ink with flesh to devour
I find your joy stick to bump
to spank to a pulsating thump.
No peace for neurons for I crawl inside you.
Irritating sandy thoughts are my gift to you.
Welling, percolating beneath your sea,
pressing friction to fiction jolts to a thump.
Inconvenient fiction a plump figment of the eye.
Pluck, fig, tickle, bump.
Guilty thoughts on a platter: ready, aim, devour!
Warm fruits of the sea aim to devour
the soul, but an invisible umbrella shields you.
Carefully, you guard your ears from a bump
from the oscillating whispers of the sea.
Your ears like Shitake mushrooms sprout before my eye.
Stubborn edible ears don't hear my heart thump.
Dancing on your eyelashes I hear your thump.
The hours savor to devour
the briny soul before the sticky eye.
Oh, to reach the kelp tangled you.
Naked is the sea
that grinds to a bump.
Impatients bloom on a road hit a bump.
Bump and grind you to a thump.
Fruits of the sea
wait for hours to devour
the bare briny soul in you.
Sea fruits undulate a feast for the eye.
Galaxy hidden beyond my eye,
siphoning for vibrations I devour
your crunchy outer shell and you.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Invitational Interview

  • Tell me about you, your blog and send me a link. I would like to post the interview here at Raven's Art Shack.
  • Please, no politics.
  • If you curse I may transform the word into a more colorful one such as frack, fig or peach!

For Artists, Writers and Art Fans

  1. If you are an artist tell me about your medium.
  2. What art means in your life?
  3. Why do we seek beauty in our lives?
  4. What do you want your artwork to say?

Writer's link

The writer in you has spawned ideas for a story. The main character has been bitten by a butterfly carrying a rare virus. Splenda, a voluptuous redhead transforms into a carnivorous butterfly human hybrid. We need to get to know Splenda and the best way is to make a short biography in order to plot her future reactions to her condition. Our goal is to better understand, motivate and love our characters even if they turn into monsters.

Here's a helpful link for writers.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Dog House

Welcome in
this ain't no
(brew ha-ha)
nuts, bolts
you're screwed!
shuttered expressions
warped boards
buckle my mind.
Thoughts disintegrate
in crumbling
roof shingles.
Sancho Panza
got the flue
this crock
of a shack.
Stupid, stupid
thoughts dip
in acid rain
this crock
of a shack.
Welcome in
dog house.


My "Picnic" poem was previously posted on Eye on Life Magazine.

Monday, July 19, 2010

The Picnic
Root beer floats.
Children play
under the
arms of trees.
Hey, check out
that old dandy
in pressed jeans
brings his own
folding picnic tables.
Honey decks
the tables in fine
acrylic ware.
A third fires
the mesquite grill.
Sweet smoke curls
dance in the breeze
drifting by family
and friends.
Whispering wind
tickles toasted ears
with auburn tresses.
Wind whispers,"
I am here."
Find a peace
of the jigsaw puzzle.
Time to eat.
A spot remains empty,

Saturday, July 17, 2010

About Me

I am a simple person who views nature with complete awe. Living in the high desert fuels my imagination with long winters that dip into -20 F for many nights and short hot summers that rise to 100 F. My ranch is a treeless wonderland of cactus and sagebrush filled with solitude, sun and peace.

Question: What is your goal for Raven's Art Shack?

Answer: Interview artists from all mediums such as writers, composers, songwriters, culinary artists and people who think about art and what it means to them. I also will post some of my poems and music here.

Question: Where did you come up with name Raven's Art Shack?

Answer: Some people call me Raven. I plan to focus on topics to art although my interests include paranormal, nature, and herbs. Shack is for the once in a life time experience I had in Maine. I once ate at the beautiful Lobster Shack in Cape Elizabeth. The place was so beautiful with ocean view, sitting on huge logs of petrified wood with my luggage. Flowers grew on the cliff and the clams were super tender.

The photo above is the farm fresh eggs that my neighbors brought me. What a rare gourmet treat! The large green eggs are duck and the brown ones are from chicken. The eggs are so beautiful that they deserve their own poem!


Bathing in green

deep sky dips

in the shallow pool

of hammered copper

adonized in shock wave

green liquid mirror

rising from the

depths of the pool

the soul enveloped

skin unfolding


baking in the



brown egg

holds an

eternal treasure

of creamy gold

sizzling protein