poems began appearing in literary journals, but after moving to Massachusetts, he concentrated on painting. In 2000 Stephen started seeking publication again for his writing and art combined. Since then his work has appeared internationally.
In 2004 Stephen began experimenting with poetry/art hybrids, creating award winning e-books such as Heroines Unlikely
. From there Stephen began experimenting with his art/poems as films. In 2006 Stephen released a CD of poems set to music, Safe & Other Love Poems
, as well as three DVDs.
In 2007, print editions of his work were distributed by Amazon.com.
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Words From Above
Here we are, how many feet up, the right engine
Givin’ out & some holy roller in the back
Suggesting we sing hymns. Amazing Grace.
Nearer My God To Thee. Well, I guess you
Can’t blame her. I, myself, would rather belt Bessie
Smith or just stick with these Pisco Sours
While drawing pictures in the clouds.
That might at least prove a distraction.
Now come on George, don’t look so scared.
Count your blessings. Ha Ha. Know what I mean?
I mean, after all, we are together & we’re finally
Able to see Rome, Piccadilly, Brussels.
Thank god for your retirement. Thank Allah for scotch.
At this point I’d be willing to thank anyone, shave
My head, sell flowers, convert to Hari Krishna.
Wait a minute. What’s that stewardess say?
Bockle. Bockle. That PA needs a new battery.
Oh, so this is how the oxygen mask works. Just
Press a pillow here between the knees & the chest.
Breathe easy. Who’s she kidding? No George,
You’re not turnin’ too blue. Sure they should have
Parachutes, an ejector button or, beneath seats, maybe
Some special flap that could open right up. We’d
Float down like insects, taking in the view.
Perhaps buildings with windows large enough
To see lights, faces, every individual expressive
As plants. Yes, try that idea, landing on an island,
A kind of tropical symphony enveloping us both
Like the time we sat in that restaurant, some waiter
Playing the violin. My head, heart, is on his bow
Now. Funny, a nice switch, not to feel abandoned
Or bitter. Certainly the sky has large hands, & so
Does the earth, for when it happens. George, until then,
Just sit tight. I won’t let go of yours either. Promise.