The Day I Googled Nicky Boehme and Discovered - She's a Woman

What kind
of self-loving
gay man has a portrait of a church
fixed above
his head-board?

Autumn-kissed leaves?

Patches of flawless
perennials?

A glimpse of a blue-black
stream
shadowed
by a cool, protective
gray, rock bridge?

The kind of
gay man
who realizes
the frame
by itself
without the Nicky Boehme
painting, sells
for more
than $4,000,

new.

You don't have to be
a lesbian
to be able to
appreciate

them earth-tones.


Bryon D Howell, Connecticut, USA.

Backyard Blues by Bryon D Howell

I used to feed two squirrels in the yard -
in six short months I trained them both too well.
To earn their trust took love but wasn't hard.
I called them, they would come - and all was swell.
I never missed one day in six months time.
They ate too well and even gained some weight.
Some warned me feeding them should be a crime -
that I should stop before it was too late.
There's something to be said for let it be.
I earned their trust in six months time, it's true.
They must have thought all men were just like me,
they thought it wise to trust some others, too.
I meant well, yes - I made a big mistake.
Some think of them as pests, not friends to make.


Bryon D Howell, Connecticut, USA