L. David Ryals

#03 November 1999, 1999

The Gentle Fire by L. David Ryals

I bring the gentle fire That moves through you With the celerity of Spring time. In forgotten times, Covered by the mists Of fecund dreams dancing Beyond reach, your moist Thighs were the beacon That guided me home. I bring the gentle fire.

#02 August 1999, 1999

“V.G. Found” by L.David Ryals

Heather R. Hernandez

Utopia isn’t round the corner I shall paint infinity I shall obtain a mysterious effect Like a star in the deep blue sky. Between being a good painter Or a bad one, I choose The first. And yet, Be clearly aware of the stars And infinity