past painter’s present

Now, we go inside to experience the past painter’s present.

shadowspeak

let’s listen to our shadow
for it tells us where we’ve been
or where we will be.

Sonnet IX – Presence

The ache which seems will never go away, one day shall flee like so much cloud and mist.

defying atrophy

look back at writings /
thoughts of yore /
and wonder where my /
mind went.

catching up

This is how It Is.

June 30

and now July can come to me /
my soul no more disjoint, it’s free