Friday, February 18, 2011
Stone #42
A tired day, my book of ink words, images, obscure, inert, until I open the crisper drawer in the fridge, two papery onions.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Dancers in White
Stone #41
Under the melting snow an accumulation of banalities, cigarette butts, plastic wrappers, sodden cardboard.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Paper Dancer
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Stone #39
A comet crashes into html. Lunar dust oxidizes. A pion prevents a war. Lactic acid fossilizes a Boeing wing in-flight.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Stone #38
The path is disguised in the hologram of the cityscape. Where does it begin in the volumetric display, how do I follow it? Yet I must.
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