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Closed at five not available come back another day —————————- this was the last day of membership will not renewal ——————————– you should of called checked reviewed ————————————————————— no words of explanation no nods of resignation we all…just…work here ——————————— … Continue reading →

Sharply shortly said she Don’t use pen to write  —————————————— I was taking notes of art to later write of  ————————————————————— don’t use pen don’t use heart don’t write read breathe  ——————————————————- don’t read write breathe there is no day … Continue reading →

Edward Charles Tarbell 1862-1938  ——————————————————————— Thirty eight years in two centuries Classical/ impressionist Boston /Europe and what lies unknown   ———————————————————— In the Orchard, 1891 his wife, others, now disremembered  ————————————————————————– What would he have learned now Where would his art … Continue reading →

Note; I’ve found a lot of work of mine on email, cd, and floppy discs?! As I learn how to transfer, it will appear. Rather then spending time scanning. The Death Cart.  Gallery 110 Carretta de la Muerte Artist unknown New … Continue reading →

Though I know you’re never coming over again at least in the way you did before I still wait by the window and hate the window and hate the summer ———————————– Though I know you’re never-I almost said home- as … Continue reading →

It’s not like I really knew him but I was the kind of kid who grew up on radio and Blavat was the best just was _______________________ It’s not like I really knew if he was “mobbed-up” Nor did most … Continue reading →

Just realized that a lot of my Poems are on CD’s that I can only open on my desktop (hers) or at the Library. The Laptop requires another device which only works for burning, not for opening!

Recently, I’ve come across some Poems I did when I was twelve and like that I’ll look at the ones that were typed (manual typewriter) and also a 150 page novel that I may never get around to scanning. It’s … Continue reading →

Sometimes he wraps his eyesaround her fingersdreams of the possibilitiesknows how they would tastedirt—filled fingernails ofuneven length .hospital red with theirthingracefulhardnesshe knowsthat these handsbe come fistsat the drop of a memoryhe knowsshe would aim these fists at himjust for the … Continue reading →

It’s all about Flesh what we feel what we see what we want It’s all about Flesh —————————– It’s all about Skin arms and legs and backs and fingers and chest and necks It’s all about Skin ————————————- It’s all … Continue reading →