This morning trumpet blasts its brassy two tone chartreuse and Merlot splashed lips in my face. She’s a root-bound strumpe in a bottle-blue vase swaying in accompaniment to a balmy breeze. Brazilian by birth, beguiling by nature, butterfly amaryllis by name, her wanton wiles matchless in this world. Roger Camp Roger Camp lives in Seal Beach, CA where he muses over his orchids, walks the pier, plays blues piano and spends afternoons with a charm of hummingbirds under an Angel's Trumpet reading. When he's not at home, he's photographing in the Old World. His work has appeared in Pank, Rust+Moth, Gulf Coast, Southern Poetry Review and Nimrod.