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An Artist’s Mirror

An Artist’s Mirror

They say an Artist’s role in life, is to hold a mirror up to society. Others say Art, is a hammer with which,  we smash the mirror itself… I stand in a room full of mirrors, holding a hammer… Shall I wield it? Or ditch it, and find a more subtle...
Journals

Journals

– Journals – Stacks of journals on the floor. Piles of pages of insight. Filtering back through time. searching… finding old threads and grasping. Reliving the passion and dusty emotions. Turning more pages, back deeper and deeper. Crawling into the...
Clipped Crescent Moon

Clipped Crescent Moon

With no one else present I relate to the Self. Full-brimming with emotional solvents I dissolve all thats left. Riding no-hands smiling beneath a clipped crescent moon… With so much room, so much room beneath myself and above the sky so black and bluely true....
Salutations to the Sun

Salutations to the Sun

Emerging early, to catch the first rays, I walk to the knoll beneath the cherry trees. My unfurling of this tattered mat is a  quiet gesture of self-love… of devotion. An embodiment of a fiery passion for life. My intention this morning… as the mat softly...
Acts of Devotion

Acts of Devotion

Patience is the science of peace. I stand here writing a love poem to the world, on the street corner of a grocery store. Watching the cars drive by, sweeping leaves away from the sliding glass door. Inside I feel the lights, the hours, the familiar faces… I...