100 Day Project Three – Day 19
DAY 19 (January 24th, 2018) YOURS AND MINE I’m not yours– You’re not mine– There’s no object in ownership, anyway. But I am yours,...
DAY 19 (January 24th, 2018) YOURS AND MINE I’m not yours– You’re not mine– There’s no object in ownership, anyway. But I am yours,...
DAY 18 (January 23rd, 2018) HALF THOUGHTS They march, unkempt and disjointed, grim-faced soldiers— a dreary, funereal procession of half-hearted thoughts&...
DAY 17 (January 22nd, 2018) You are a gift, my friend. UNDESERVING What am I but undeserving and you a trove of delightful turns— a guiding star— fo...
DAY 16 (January 21th, 2018) Standing in front of the East Cowes Castle, the Seat of J. Nash, Esq., the Regatta Beating to Windward by Joseph Mallord William Tur...
DAY 15 (January 20th, 2018) Love and all its travails. But this is life is it not? OLD HAT It’s almost old hat— to take what cuts to the quick and s...
DAYS 12, 13, and 14 (January 17th, 18th, and 19th, 2018) These stanzas were inspired by landscape paintings at the IMA. THE ARTIST’S PURPOSE The sky is so...
DAYS 10 and 11 (January 15th and 16th, 2018) This bit of work represents some retooling and expansion of my last post. WILDFLOWERS What is this futile little ga...
DAY 9 (January 14th, 2018) WILDFLOWERS What is this futile little game— finding words for that which transcends words? But still, I like to play— It...
DAY 8 (January 13th, 2018) THE LAST DAY What is this? The last day? On that day you’ll surely wonder— What is this? The last hour? And what is this? The l...
DAY 7 (January 12th, 2018) ANTEROOM Sunbeams stream in perfect planes, cutting polygons in thick shadows where an old man sits— a limb may creak and turn at eve...