Summer fare and crested day is only made by wintering spring
Growing red till slow magic, supple leaves and heat begin;
The pictures drawn in May, conceived in March, sprouted in A-pril
Bring gawky birds alive, dancers in the woods, streams and party life
pour through abstraction to reality we know and share.
A life creating family, art and home from painted canvas, skin and bone .
Friday, March 7, 2014
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And Wacky Am I
And now wacky am I, I thank you, mother, for the days I take no pill; the oak table that folds upon itself, a hinge, a turn, a hidden b...
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Walked past, by your place today, in the neighborhood, you know, scouting poetry at a bum academic show of a score of miserable poets'...
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Lock it up! There is no one more powerful than thee, For regardless how you exit or explain Unless you put lights out and lock up...
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He looks back at me, reflects my order to stop smiling and not to stop because of him. He asks to try a frown, to look into his eyes, t...
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