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6.29

The Escapades of Odysseus 64x48







6.24





We see things
Record them
Imagine things
Paint them
All felt and beloved
But not held







6.24

A drowning man Finds solace In kelp and hope Drawing by Mike Manley







5.18

Today My jungle life







5.14

(a clear night, a dimming brain)

How many breaths have
Passed from these lips?
Floating into a shroud of dark sky,
They imagined the moon cared.

The moon belongs to me.
Though I shared it once and again.
I have lingered alone with it
And our secrets are solemn.

I know the stars. Distant. Mysterious.
Taken by the day , returned at night.
For me to count them one by one
And with each accounting say goodbye.







5.11






It’s close enough to call it a painting
It tells this story:

An ascent
Or
Moving away

From
Something dead
And long mourned







4.28






This happened 4/26/18

Olivia Rebecca







4.15








3.8

more pity party- March7

its snowing
a white blanket that shushes
ills comforted to sighs
pangs made small
losses buried
outside hungry birds find their twill
and I listen
heartened.







3.7

General McArthur's Dirge

Artists
apparently
fade away too.

It's not the picture
I painted for myself
working in a dark corner

a black hole
from which no art
escapes.

tethered to me
whereas I would have
unleashed it

proud to march
like an Easter parade
participant







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