Remembering.
In the digital bunker of my dimming roomI am staring out.. again…
Peanut hangers sway.
Birds zip and dart. They love the ...
Reflections of an Outcast.
My Seventh Candle finally blew out!It flickered. gasped and then gave up the ghost.
And now…I wander as ...
Peig.
Every time I go to KerryI seek out Peig’s old grave.I lay a daisy or a dandelionwhere she is laid.
…and ...
Peeing in the garden is a kind of art.Men can make a fountain…Spray the plants.Women bend or crouch.
Peeing in the ...
Nature Morte.
With Dutch and Flemish art…‘Still Life’ was born. Stilleven it was called.
It took the French to come alongwith Nature ...