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...
You see, my Friend, you are such a perceptive writer, and a writer within the mirror of the third eye, by which I mean that no observation is not without examination of the veils. The pool is a perfect metaphor. Perfect. You echo these insights through the pen. Echo.
ReplyDeleteYou are a writer of literary eternity, my Friend.
Blessings~