RUBIES IN CRYSTAL Does language hover between my nerve endings and the world, or is language my skin itself? Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
What a wonderful, empowering piece - the picture and the images and ideas you've painted with words are captivating.
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in my apartment on a dance-the-poetry-within-you day I never know what is going to emerge that day, ever, always a surprise a rough draf...
What a wonderful, empowering piece - the picture and the images and ideas you've painted with words are captivating.
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