Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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Self-Portrait with a Fascinator 2016
On Monday, I walked, buying frames from two stores in different parts of the city, then went to the Art Bar Poetry Series in the evening, ab...
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I have been asked to offer a presentation of some of my performance videopoems at Mount Pleasant Public Library on Thursday Feb 25th from ...
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Abrasion #2, Created, Interpreted, Edited, Sound & Music by Joaquim Gil & Nuno Tavares , and I love their YouTube channel name: &quo... -
The Buddha says: “ You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself .” The path is uncertain. Uncertainty is the guiding for...
Or perhaps, dear Friend, where we are. Landscape, like Season, changing, transforming from Spring, to Summer, Autumn to Winter. Each distinct, each an image of the Seasons gone before.
ReplyDeleteThis I know, no two gardens were ever the same.
Be Blessed in the ever changing, transforming landscapes, my Friend~