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greywashed

greywashed

Found poem, pressed between the pages of a library book on yellowing tablet paper

8 a.m. — Wake up
Breakfast. Take chicken salad for lunch.
Go to # 5 bus at Flowers.
Take bus downtown to Virginia.
Walk to gallery.
Sit at gallery until 6 p.m.
Walk to # 5 bus on 3rd Ave.
Take bus home.


in the blue

in the blue

I.

“We are tempted into thinking ourselves in peculiar situations. If you look closely, man’s found himself in the same sort of situations from the beginning. And what you discover is that particular minds along the way deal with the same problems. You begin to get a community of thought in relation to those problems as you go along. It ought to be of some hope in a dark age — which I take ours to be; I think we’re in a darker age than the late Middle Ages, and we take that to be a particularly dark age; I think there was more light about then.” — author Marion Montgomery, in the Athens Observer, 1981

II.

“We will stay in a villa with a private pool with rose petals floating in it… We won’t leave before all those petals have withered away.” — Cor Schilder, 2014, passenger on Malaysia Airlines Flight 17


wet

wet

Happy birthday, Tal!


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mosaic in the morning

mosaic in the morning


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the last of Blue

the last of Blue


remembering Zeeney

Zeeney

“…it is one of the advantages of fantasy that it aligns the irreconcilable.” — S.N. Behrman


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the secret lives of azaleas

the secret lives of azaleas


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having lunch

having lunch


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heron

heron


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white sofa

white sofa


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work.live.shop.die.

work shop live die


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line

line


not a blossom, not a bee

not a blossom, not a bee

I.

I would tell you about the spring if I thought it might persuade you even now to return, but every bud and bird would only afflict you and make you sad where you are, so not one word of the robins, and not one word of the bloom, lest it make the city darker, and your own home more dear.

But nothing forgets you, Emily, not a blossom, not a bee; for in the merriest flower there is a pensive air, and in the bonniest bee a sorrow—they know that you are gone, they know how well you loved them, and in their little faces is sadness, and in their mild eyes, tears. But another spring, dear friend, you must and shall be here, and nobody can take you away, for I will hide you and keep you—and who would think of taking you if I hold you tight in my arms?

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invention of a lover’s dream

invention of a lover's dream


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wildflowers/barbed wire

wildflowers barbed wire


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Christ figure in Idaho

Christ figure in Idaho


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Sunday in July

Sunday in July


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Badlands shadow

Badlands shadow


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Larkspur Buddha

Larkspur Buddha


a weaver of dreams

a weaver of dreams

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in the pool

in the pool


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swimming in space

swimming in space


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table

table


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