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(from Poems for Last October) A p o c a l y p s e the sparrows linger fretful * want it to be centered, but I don’t have enough time to mess with...
(from Poems for Last October) A p o c a l y p s e the sparrows linger fretful * want it to be centered, but I don’t have enough time to mess with...
In the neighborhood, late afternoon yesterday: Dumped dahlias “Not this door?” Disemboweled couch
Revision of yesterday’s paint background. Leaf layer, color dodge. A small hue/saturation adjustment. Time spent waiting for Sandy. Why can’t I make my own ceramic tile?
Title: from a chalkboard sign advertising produce at the Double L Market, Westport. The juxtaposition seemed funny to me. Color: I seem to have a drive to mix orange and green. It is rarely...
For a short time, the leaves outside match my wall color.
(from Poems for Last October) hard flame of the future eventual wine narrative – ungraspable as clouds rain on my skin transforms to scales white eyes wet and dead as fish silvery shine abetting...