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Mar.06.2013
March 6
The Price of Today’s Ride
Much of my spiritual awakening has been spent separating myself from the nightmare of the past, reassuring myself that in fact, it, the horror, is over. As my present has improved my reactions are still invested with, the...
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Jan.28.2013
“After leaving your show, I noticed only beauty.”
--comment in the guest book for “Layers of Being” (Estratos del Ser)
One of the highest purposes of art-making – perhaps its most essential – is to inspire viewers to...
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Jul.10.2012
It had to be got rid of. Tough. It was tough. I’d need something hard. To break it. Or something sharp to break it open. I kept it atop a shelf. I thought about it. Did nothing. Days passed by. Months. Years. Yesterday. I brought it down. Dust. All I saw was dust. Not tough. Not unbreakable. I’...
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Nov.06.2010
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Another goal has been achieved and I'm steadily...
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Nov.04.2009
I stand stillA bird upon the window sillI try to passThrough this mysterious thing called glassI feel painI will go insaneHow come I see the skyThe geraniums and the butterflyThe child running along the breezeAnd the merry treesYet I cannot get out of this morbid roomWhere definite is my doomI keep...
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Aug.07.2009
The tall stemmed crystal glass I carry in my hand sings when my silver ring makes contact. Moss on the driveway clings to the soles of my bare feet. The paint on the walls of the house invites me to blend in, enquires if I could possibly add another tint, a deeper hue. Everywhere I look there is an...
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Aug.02.2009
I make friends with feathers rather than birds. I can chase them and know that even if they fly away they will not die. They will not cry or scream or bleed. They will not point with accusation at the knife in my hand that was merely cutting strings.
A feather has a strong scent when it first...
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Oct.25.2008
I've kissed your lips a thousand times in my mind I can only see who you appear to be behind my computer screen Something inside me cried out I wanted you but... I couldn't touch you because... you were behind glass walls that kept us apart My heart was aching I was shaking on edge I wanted to hold...
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Jan.29.2008
Walking home I stop. The neighborhood rabbi sits at the window table of the corner cafe. Outside, I stand alongside him. Shoulder to shoulder. Only a pane of glass between us. He's far too absorbed now to look up and notice me observing.
His hands hover over his laptop, poised. His fingertips are...
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