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...
beautiful! and thanks for reminding me... i need to order some flowers for my mother in law in the hospital recovering from hip surgery.
ReplyDeleteI like that their beauty is not finished. It feels somehow appropriate.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, Brenda. AndI'm with MB - to me this is perfect.
ReplyDeleteSnowsparkle, nothing like flowers, what else is so fragile and beautiful and all about us?
ReplyDeleteMB, I agree, though that is a photoshopped image... it looks better with the disappearing.
Mary, thank you...
This is beautiful! It doesn't look unfinished so much as ethereal.
ReplyDeleteBoliyou, thank you, and great to have you drop by...
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