G A L V A N I Z E D

by | Feb 11, 2007 | Diary

G A L V A N I Z E D When I awakened, the silence was deafening; it was so quiet, I couldn’t make out a single sound. No electrical humming, no other breath, no sense of stirring, no lapping wave, shorebound. There was nothing, in something — merely the...

Scene, seen.

by | Feb 10, 2007 | Diary

Feather shuffling, for one; standing, surveilled — hawk-eyed seer. love : T | decatur island 2.10.07 / 11.22am

2.9.1955

by | Feb 9, 2007 | Diary

m a d e l e i n e & g a b r i e l l e What each of us knows is that there’s always a passing to every little thing — to every large thing, from the smallest insecta, to the grandest universe, and it’s hard to face that; know – that...

Hand-some…

by | Jan 31, 2007 | Diary

What is the spirit of the hand, the art shown, the puppet catalyzed anew? When Italian artist Guido Daniele was hired by an advertising agency to create body painting of animals, he loved the idea. “I researched each animal in depth to see how I could transfer...

days poem

by | Jan 30, 2007 | Diary

Speech, like smoke, wafts just borne — right, whenthat calling — culled, is true. behind that smoke, found surveil, what lies — perhaps lying beneath; truth be told: twice tales and new coins found, there waterdown like sea anemones forgotten in...