100 Day Project Three – Day 6
DAY 6 (January 11th, 2018) THIS BUILDING SOMETIMES SLEEPS This building sometimes sleeps, sometimes warmly thrums and one’s dreams get lost in its monoton...
DAY 6 (January 11th, 2018) THIS BUILDING SOMETIMES SLEEPS This building sometimes sleeps, sometimes warmly thrums and one’s dreams get lost in its monoton...
DAY 5 (January 10th, 2018) MUSING What is this pure ocean heart, this blue water love, that piques the nose like a pink bourbon rose? Such a one to know! To unf...
DAY 4 (January 9th, 2018) TRUE WORDS True words— petals plucked from the air delicately with pillow-soft fingertips and a dancer’s alabaster wrist b...
DAY 3 (January 8th, 2018) from LETTERS ON CEZANNE You also notice, a little more clearly each time, how necessary it was to go beyond love, too; it’s natu...
DAY 2 (January 7th, 2018) LIFE IS BUT A SHADOW If life is but a shadow, then a dream is a shadow’s shadow, and more is revealed of a thing in shadows than...
DAY 1 (January 6th, 2018) I SAW YOU IN A PAINTING I saw you in a painting— under a bone black sky, in lemon yellow windows, behind which souls, like tallow cand...
REFLECTIONS ON MY SECOND 100 DAY PROJECT My second 100 day project has come and gone … with mixed results. My goal of completing two poems a week was gene...
Week FifteenMonday, December 18th – Sunday, December 25th DRY SPRIGS You hide in the brush on a well-worn path, although the patient and practiced eye may...
Week FourteenMonday, December 11th – Sunday, December 17th THIS LAND It’s all too easy to forget, despite one’s duty, despite one’s deat...
Week ThirteenMonday, December 4th – Sunday, December 10th I AM HERE I am here. Why not stay? The rutted road oft blindly traveled wends the other way. Tha...