Tag Archives: Beauty

THEY

THEY Kafka saw it, part tragedy, part comic. They pulled us off our axisput us in immobilis, the gnawing cellof isolation, of terror who is there, with a hand to catch — to touch us — Time slows down     stands still the top … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Summer of Love

  As if I were totally innocent of the question, and the conundrum fresh and unexamined, I asked myself while brushing my teeth this morning: artist: what’s the right thing to do? As if I had not been studying what … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

With Love & Hate for My February Muse

It’s mid-February.  It’s the dead point of the year, when roots and energy have retracted and nature is nearly still. People who fight back do Florida. Yoga. Extreme sports. Instead of resisting, I’m turning inward. I’m writing poems. That doesn’t … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments