Images Come First

Images Come First

When I was exhibiting in Paris, and writing as many poems as I painted pictures, I wrote the following: “Images come First” (a poem by Peter Stilton) Images come first. Language leaves us with a thirst Images live in juxtaposition Language speaks with...
Dream in Front of Notre Dame, Paris

Dream in Front of Notre Dame, Paris

In the last post, with the painting, I realized that an important part of the story was missing. That is the poem I wrote on that cold frosty night in Florida, when the garden was draped in white sheets, to protect the flowers and more delicate topiary from the...
For a Friend in Winter Harbor, Maine

For a Friend in Winter Harbor, Maine

I was thinking of our friend Peter Drinkwater, who escaped part of the record-breaking winter in Maine to visit one of my favorite places— since he is probably back now, I wanted to share this poem I wrote quite a few years ago. Jill’s mom, who was both...