Sunday, October 23, 2011

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Saturday, July 2, 2011

cooling digits.

(Poem #10) On His Seventy-fifth Birthday

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife;
Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art;
I warmed both hands before the fire of Life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

-- Walter Savage Landor

Sunday, March 27, 2011

infinite forest

anthony james. sculptor extraordinaire.

such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
you'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.









and not one but hung limp.