100 Day Project Three – Day 22
DAY 22 (January 27th, 2018) ADRIFT He finally sees, When all that’s left is blindness, when all hope’s lost for land or shore— only squalls or...
DAY 22 (January 27th, 2018) ADRIFT He finally sees, When all that’s left is blindness, when all hope’s lost for land or shore— only squalls or...
DAY 21 (January 26th, 2018) SHAMELESS GESTURES You come only when I call with this solitary voice– you listen– only when these bare-toothed baubles,...
DAY 20 (January 25th, 2018) WHAT’S REAL We make with our minds the things we wish to see. There’s precious little else in the world that’s rea...
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...