Ars Regia by Andrzej Masianis
Gravel of minutes,
quarry of hours,
hand shadows touch
on upbeat murals
while hurried glances
mask what we know.
Static currents finding voice
through friction,
she twirls a sable brush
in one hand
and reaches for the next card.
Gray dawn transits
over asphalt
to the vein tendered
by a dream, strands of mist
trailing over her sliding glass door.
~ Charles F. Thielman
Born and raised in Charleston, South Carolina, moved to Chicago, educated at red-bricked universities and on city streets, Charles F. Thielman has enjoyed working as a social worker, truck driver, city bus driver and enthused bookstore clerk. Married on a Kauai beach in 2011, a loving grandfather for five free spirits, his work as poet and shareholder in an independent bookstore’s collective continues!
