ICE

A hair dresser, a make-up artist, an educator, a photographer, a poet 
A performance artist;    “superimposes poems on images”

Ice is a regular  performer on the poetry circuit in New York, 
published in a variety of anthology’s, artist publications, and on line.

for more info on the sale of photos please email
icegayle@mac.com
available for commissions  



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on
these stairs 
tomorrow waves
goodbye ......taps my
shoulder tender......autumn
holds my hand... remember...
I walk up slowly....sunshine
through a huge window making
it clear...leaves fall gently..... green
into brown.....I’m sorry.. stands at the top with a smile and her hand out..
....smoke floats... music plays
voices, family, friends,  teachers....
a peacock spreads his blue green
feathers, walks around in front
of the french doors......you can see
him as you turn left, walk up the second set of stairs......I read Michael’s poetry, everyone says it was as if....
home movies play on a huge screen in the middle of the 
room.....we all stay
till the day falls a sleep 
 
thththththhththththhthththththththththththhhthththt
 
Dead silence in the morning
I make coffee  ........ never a close door or Window..... the cat waits, hello, “I say”... she Stares, poses, turns, walks away without a Sound.....in the streets magical gardens and Swimming pools  thrive behind concrete Walls........ 
This small town feels abandon and lonely.. ....  You can hear foot steps on a warm soft breeze; a vacation resort 
Water ways, boats ,restaurants, English, French, German.....chatter all around, bike Riding,  holiday hotels .... houses....laughter Sails on...sail boats.... I sit at the edge dangle My feet....drink wine listen to memories in the Wind....
“When ever we need to be together” ....she Says....  I scoop her up in my arms,” go in peace Jeanne, I say”

 
Jeanne goodbye I hold her go in peace 
 peace
 
we
 walk talk alone on this street pretend it never happened
 
open
your heart
hear
my plead   play
our
music
come
dance
 
 
 
 
 
I wait
each
day
words
from you
don’t
come