Who Do You Think You Are?
I opted to post something a bit differently for you today, not simply because my very dear friend Mark Shepard mentioned me...
forever out of reach
i wasn’t there when izumi’s tears flowed like mountain streams spilling swollen banks to cascade down silky milk-white cheeks better suited for...
tuesday afternoon
a gang of warblers play a game of tag by the bath occasionally pausing to dip while two gold finches on a...
a koan (just between friends)
maybe the zen masters of old had it nailed down (just so), how even the singular act of drinking tea (when executed...
trespassing (again)
a sepia-stained ramshackle mess is all that remains of the gallery where we first met. i don’t know if you recall how...
Art as Embodiment
In this video a friend and client shares her experience of creating a work of art when she was 13 years old...
Remembering Bukowski
Prowling the streets and lanes Of Amsterdam I used to cruise the bookstores With a fresh-faced comrade Searching for one more Masterpiece...
A Confession (of sorts)
You’d think by now I’d know better (or maybe not, who can really say?) because even though I’d like to pretend I’m...