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Thanks to all who supported me here, I'll be sure to add you as I transition back.Cheers! And thanks!
An ExplorationMy body brings me to standAn Exploration
between time and space, where the hand points toward truth and says to me, “You think too much. Dive into the present and drink the seconds like wine; get drunk and never wonder how again.” I begin to sever the ties that once held my arms high, bent at the elbows and hung like a lie over the page. I was a doll. I was skin and string, stuffed with dream and pinned to a stage in tribute to the uniform I wore: youthful sighs and younger laughs before stepping back to watch myself through the glass that hangs like a door between mys
SoaringThey flew so arrowy till when they fell Where the dead grass bent flat and wet That I looked for something after nightfall To come tell me why it was all right.Soaring
From “At The Salt Marsh” by William Stafford
They flew like birds, like multicoloured memories through the conscious day, cawing out words like, “love” and “soul” and “everywhere you’ll never be.” They fell like smoke and ashes, eyelids brushed with sleeping until they dreamed each other away, until the sun wiped clean. They looked into Hell through the trees an
A Rousing and Troublesome GameI catch my letters, (B, P, E, O, R, L, M) fly-fish through the bag,A Rousing and Troublesome Game
waving my fingers (M, P, R, E, O, L, B) like a blind woman
searching for a hint, (B, O, L, E, R, M, P) but without the Braille
to guide my efforts (E, L, M, P, O, R, B) toward the solution
that I know is on (M, E, L, B, O, R, P) the tip of my tongue.
What I AmMy finger traces the seashell, spiraling toward the day slitted between the blinds on my windows, shut from the sun to keep me cool. I can hear the piano better now, notes falling like rain in my room, the rain like drops of blood diving through an IV drip toward a patient that needs my A-Negative, my B-Positive, my O. I am a member of an Underground Railroad of blood that smears like war, emblazoning our backs with change: a panther, asleep and painted like Stone walls. I hold out my arm to them, my veins bulging to burst, to be burst by nurses with neeWhat I Am
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When I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages, a sick sense of failure falls on me, and I know I can never do it. Then gradually, I write one page and then another. One day\'s work is all I can permit myself to contemplate.
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"There is a thin line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line." Oscar Levant
I'll be sure to check out your gallery as well. Cheers!
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When I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages, a sick sense of failure falls on me, and I know I can never do it. Then gradually, I write one page and then another. One day\'s work is all I can permit myself to contemplate.
Thanks for browsing through my short insanity posts (since that's about all that is posted on DA). I'm about to start yours, now that I've had a bit of sleep
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"There is a thin line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line." Oscar Levant
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When I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages, a sick sense of failure falls on me, and I know I can never do it. Then gradually, I write one page and then another. One day\'s work is all I can permit myself to contemplate.
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[insert something witty here]
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