#SUNDAYPOETRY - JANUARY, PART V
V WE TAKE SOLACE IN THINGS OF THIS EARTH LEFT TO REMEMBER: OLD CLOTHES IN PLASTIC BAGS, A LOCK OF HAIR YOUR NAME, SCRATCHED IN THE PALM...
#SUNDAYPOETRY - JANUARY, PART II
II BLACK ICE BLACK ICE TRANSPARENT THROUGH THE TREES LINE THE PATHWAY; THE ROAD TO THE LEFT IS LIT IN AMBER GLOW, IN ROWS OF FLOWERS. A...
#SUNDAYPOETRY - JANUARY, PART I
I IN HEAVEN’S CRADLE THERE IS A PHOTOGRAPH OF FOUR OF US SURROUNDING A TREE IN A PARK IN THE ALBERTA WINTER, FLAT LANDS, A PARK EMPTY OF...
SUNDAY POETRY #3 - I LIVE IN MY CONCRETE HOUSE
I LIVE IN MY CONCRETE HOUSE A CONCRETE HOUSE HAS BUT ALL TO BEAR ELONGATED BY THOSE LINES BUT HEAVY WITH SITTING WEIGHT WE COULD POKE...
ALRIGHT, HERE IT IS.
THERE IS A GENERAL BELIEF THAT ARTISTS ARE BAD AT MARKETING. I BELIEVE ARTISTS, IF THEY CHOOSE TO, ARE GREAT AT MARKETING - THEY JUST...