Smidgens
Although I haven’t seen the small river yet… the one tucked back in the Coast Range, I know the trees will come up to its edge, some will lean too close, arching over the water. Ferns will dot its shores, trailing back to darker… Continue Reading “The Small River”
We bluff the light, together, loving within the slow pull of measurable movement Creating fragile horizons out of uncertain wavelengths
The roads are so young Where old mines have been forgotten. They stumble through the forest Uneven, full of ruts, washouts. Men have come with tools Left them, returned with better. Implements that shine silver Rust resistant, until rains never stop. The goal is… Continue Reading “Opal Pool”
The art that surrounds me are images of images already in place I am the one who is expected to make a decision through them, these paintings, figurines….for they are Copied onto permanent canvas, drawn into form, molded into judgement Named and named again,… Continue Reading “Single Use Cup”
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