Peering into the Canvas — All art is a story. Every creator is saying something. But we don’t always get it at first. It’s embedded. The meaning or narrative is baked in — infused. Half of the fun at galleries is asking your friends which pictures speak to them and what are they saying. Every…

Means Everything — i read things (and they disappear … like smudges on temperatured glass) this morning … if i force myself back was on inheritance an inheritance worth different than those our neighbors softly consider — (until they do it … with vibrance and angst … and unretracted claws) the stored up wealth i read on was…

Except for Crying — if your mom was on the phone, when the mountain was in tucson, would the wooden in the wiggle tell a tale about your stove? while the diamonds have three facets and each children has a hundred, who will make the difference when the tally goes too tall? can a graph depict…

Impact will Come — I kept looking at him staring in the eye best I could he hoped to fly wondering wildly how to flex my muscles in prayer and hoping to solve these puzzles he swore he’d asked and tried and tried and without proofs he still denied his heart said one thing his…

In Poetry — With weepy eyes and strong ones also and bloodshot commitment to summit in your beauty-flecked sprawls while’st your strokes spliced the world I have seen you break through and have moment with a heart made of honey and stony things grabbing and monkeylike gods on your back you struggle as duckwork to make it all happen to pull it off smoothly in tact With…

Call of Lashes — every once in the moon you’re given a thing … which is not false it twinkles like nothing else since it … for you … is actually there you ride it a bit like a horse … you don’t believe in but hope is a masterpiece and breath … a freshness … which…

Just Because — Ears are tuned for far more than frequencies they each cost tons and secret birds … like gossip if you listen too hard it’s kindred cousins with total deafness and being blind in the ears is lonely to a soul ……………………………………………….. Girl in the Well (Grateful Children)

Visual Stories — As the Computronik Souls are landing … human people must speak up louder than ever. We have to distinguish ourselves … to a less and less discerning populace. Or else something very important (inside of us) goes instinct. If we are nothing else (and we are much more) we are…

and Inner Things — It’s wild out there, with sandwiches and afterburner fumes all of nature — and more — watches me … to slip and fall dropping equilibrium … all over the planet … with camera things running but they’ll tell you it’s private; not to worry about a thing yet they’ve never watched it… that mercury…