time Traveler

i can see you
     i can't
  as you stand
not in front of me

where are you
          now while i
    caress your
body days away
   and kiss
the distance
    on your lips—
              st  ay
           a rriv e

                dePar t
     hold on to
       my hand

      in the

               —Rick Baldwin ©2018


You traced in red line
     thick, paint outline
grasping for her,
     a specter in
       the green fog.
     What is that look—
          pleasure or
     grey death?

Mirror sisters
in ash gowns
hanging loosely over
translucent skin.

A bond deeper than
     skeleton— love
     and hate passed
   through haunted

                —Rick Baldwin ©2018

My View At Starbucks Window

Metallic ocean waves
will not overwhelm me in
this prevailing moment,

nor shaven-headed dude
with raven hound

on verdure plaza,
eagerly visualizing
shit on the verge,

under this devil sun.
Vociferous men
devoid of socks

converse about
investments in
rental living quarters

while evading a glance
at my overly-long
vert straw

properly delivering
my shivery
iced beverage.

                             —Rick Baldwin ©2018



While you are sleeping
     they are sharpening the guillotine
Loading their guns
Sheathing knives at their thighs

Tiptoeing while you snore
To tie the noose
And expose the poison
Planting mines where your feet will step

During your dream state
They are writing the nightmares

You have no idea
     what awaits.

                           —Rick Baldwin ©2018

The Realization

How disappointing it is to arrive at 56 years of life
     and not know what I am doing.
Where I am going.
What it’s all about.

I thought I would know useful things by now.
I thought I would be an expert at something.
I thought I would be enlightened or at least
     receive a handbook
     or rule book
     or guide book.

Some kind of book.

I thought I would be better.
I thought I would have major accomplishments that
     people would write about
     or discuss on talk shows.
I thought I would have achievements that
     changed lives or
     made the world a better place.

I thought I’d be richer.

Where are the young people asking me for advice
     and the business people asking me
     to speak at their luncheons?
Why are there no invitations to address the graduates
     at their commencement?

56 years is no different from 16 years
     when I wandered blindly through existence
          waiting for a future moment I would know
               my way around and be a more complete human.


                                        —Rick Baldwin ©2018


a wooden line of lovers
like weathered rotted fence posts
each stake more brittle and hollow
than the previous
until the last
completely broken and
serving no useful purpose

                           —Rick Baldwin @2018




New Studio Construction

I’ve been planning for some time to turn our garage into a studio space. We rarely park in it and, after recent home renovations which relocated our HVAC, water heater and laundry room, there’s little room to do so even if we wanted to. A few weeks ago, we had the garage door removed and replaced with double french doors. For weeks I’ve been working on the daunting task of clearing out the garage and finding new storage for all the junk that has been stored there for over a year. It’s coming along and, even though it may not seem like it from these photos, the space is getting close to being emptied.

Studio Space 1

This week I should be able to have a completely empty space and I can start patching and painting the walls. Once that is completed, I can bring over all the junk from the studio I’ve had in another location for four years. Organization is going to be the ongoing challenge and how to keep that while still keeping some type of design in the space will be my goal. Pretty sure it can be done.

I’m only posting these because I’m hoping to have an amazing “Before and After.” Going out on a limb here.

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