for my son
It may or may not be finished, but feels as if it is. I'll call it a figurative abstract.
(click to enlarge)
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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Monday, February 16, 2009
Figurative No.1
for my son
It may or may not be finished, but feels as if it is. I'll call it a figurative abstract.
(click to enlarge)
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