Cauliflower. Brains. Cross sections.Now reminiscent of 60's flower power. Your provocative language written out with only a Rorschach interpretation. God, we must frustrate the hell out of you.
I met a man from Venezuela this morning. A US citizen. His family scattered around the world.
I met a man from Venezuela this morning. A US citizen. His family scattered around the world.
'There is no food at home ( in Venezuela ). No medications. We must send help home to the few family members there that are too ill to try and leave. Here it is different. I worry about getting clothing for my children. There I worry about staying alive.It is different'
They stood there....
They stood there. I thought 'pillars of the community'. I thought well, this is piling it on. I thought of the piles of bills on my desk.
Where you built your tent in the temporary jungle at tides edge. At the edge of light.
Where you built your tent in the temporary jungle at tides edge. At the edge of light. Love at first sight. Love at first light.
Just pick one up and see it in the light.' something said.
Just pick one up and see it in the light.' something said.
'Any piece at all will do. Quick, before the sun makes it vanish back to the sea. Just any piece will do.'
and the piece I grab looks like this and the stories begin.
How salt water ice is soft. And hard. All at once.
How salt water ice is soft. And hard. All at once.
The crocheted lace of your icy inner harbor. Cross section of other worldly specimens.
The crocheted lace of your icy inner harbor. Cross section of other worldly specimens.
Icing on the Cake
Icing on the Cake
This is how you made ice. Like a doily. Like flowers embroidered and stitched into crystals.
This is how you made ice. Like a doily. Like flowers embroidered and stitched into crystals.
This is how you show me space, when you make the invisible visible and then I am left to guess at all that I cannot see.
This is how you show me space, when you make the invisible visible and then I am left to guess at all that I cannot see.
I will never complain of the price of fish
I will never complain of the price of fish.
It was a Sunday Morning Pancakes With Syrup Sea
It was a Sunday Morning Pancakes With Syrup Sea.
On the edge of the harbor you broke like ice; like a promise. You broke like a heart.
On the edge of the harbor you broke like ice; like a promise. You broke like a heart.
How You Made Your Point
How You Made Your Point
Side Slipping
Side Slipping