a rudimentary understanding
of words and colors
brown becomes yellow
if you wish it so
if you reversed time
a grey streak on a newly stretched canvas
unpainted,
unwashed,
and dandered
most days
dandelions
decapitated seed heads
blow across a swampy field
the best picture or analogy I could muster
for the one grey strand I can’t stop staring at
Life brings me closer to you The divine says, here is the thread And every time I wield the scissors Making the decision to untie the...
A painting of a city in a crowded room where an old Russian man, neck bent, yells for silence. that city, a slanted word in a private...
can he have one here and there and everywhere, at each restaurant, at the pool, at the river where we felt free, but most importantly we...
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