Monthly Archives: November 2010

Man Who Smokes

The man who smokes holds his thoughts with finger tips and rolls them like the rosary beads of morning. Every slip of action, every fault of line is a meditation for the great strength of always future.   Last week … Continue reading

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Two Trees

Two dead trees stripped of leaves and all branches but the mains superimpose skyward to hold the distance.   In their holding three peaks trace the horns of the devil’s crown. His brow will yet be under proud feet,   … Continue reading

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Jazz is the Jagged Edge

Jazz is the jagged edge, so give me the beautiful cloth, not for edges or beauties but for threads making patterns whose colors interplay to the cut-off sharp.   Building sweetly is rarely heard, so give me dissonance that punctures … Continue reading

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