About Michael Guerin

by a word we feel hurt. and with some words we lash out with logical precision to tear down ... CONTINUED

my watercolor dreams have all bled dry. my canvases lie scattered and far out of reach. but ... CONTINUED

i followed you from afar for so long it's hard to fathom the time anymore. i traced the arc of ... CONTINUED

you could strip me down layer by layer until nothing was left to hide behind. but what would be ... CONTINUED

the scent of freshly mown grass mingled with the faintest whiff of chlorinated pool water reaches ... CONTINUED

i remember what he said (not so long ago) when i asked what he felt that day he hung on display ... CONTINUED