I wake to windows filled with gold, like bullion outside.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
Showing posts with label Autumn trees. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Autumn trees. Show all posts
Sunday, November 01, 2009
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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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The Buddha says: “ You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself .” The path is uncertain. Uncertainty is the guiding for...
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Abrasion #2, Created, Interpreted, Edited, Sound & Music by Joaquim Gil & Nuno Tavares , and I love their YouTube channel name: &quo...
