Sprung from primordial tears walk hairless nudes single animals, loneliness is pregnant with desire in a garden verdant with uneaten promise before our helpless humanity erupts where revelers cavort flesh upon flesh animal lust sins envy a dream of broken song lost in a paradise sticky with fruit of the loin bursting with fowl fertilizing…
i see
i see — with the light with each season and my mood, i see differently — my eyes change with the afternoon with the wane of the sun the see a shimmer of skin in the shadows of a a candle my eyes alight inside the twisting fire but in a lens they blink and…
Art Made Real
Art pulls at our lives … Your smile follows me wherever I’m pulled I’m held by your gaze. Standing on a bridge struggling with all my fears screams from the weight of years. Made of Titanic marble heroic stands against disbelief Goliath stoned by your devotion. You’re passion born of sea foam but a torso…
“Rhyme & Reason” (Extra Pale Ale) Collective Arts Brewing
To be great doesn’t make you good; to be good, however, requires greatness. So that’s my paradoxical aphorism for the month of May, inspired by a company that, to look at the box and the bottles within, already has greatness written all over it. And I mean really impressive greatness. This is a six pack…
The Magic is the Light
For years, I thought the mystery was the molten glass, but the magic is the light. I’m reluctant to put quotes around these words because I think I’ve done a poor job of remembering them word for word, but this is the essence of one quote I read on the wall of the Musée des beaux-arts…