About Michael Guerin

a single drop of dew heavy with the weight of a world hangs like a pearl from the green ... CONTINUED

in the grandest scheme a flower is a flower and nothing more to be admired or consumed or each ... CONTINUED

cut and arranged. stacked high on display in a black earthenware vase. a flower in a field is ... CONTINUED

within an antique locket hung with filigreed gold a lock of his hair rests safe and secure held ... CONTINUED

the setting sun peeks beneath a line of clouds and casts long shadows over peopled fields of ... CONTINUED

between deep thoughts and hyperbole she asked me to stay while the walls were littered with pop ... CONTINUED

from an open third floor balcony window the deserted city square still wet from afternoon ... CONTINUED