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The forest seemed black
in the distance,
like a thick wall that prevented
the passage,
and little by little,
upon coming closer,
its dark color began to turn
into green foliage,
protecting between...
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Photos by me
We Are Made One with What We Touch and See
We are resolved into the supreme air,
We are made one with what we touch and see,
With our heart's blood...
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My ship is waiting and I have to go.
Yes, this is our farewell. I won't say I'll
Return, sweet Princess. But I won't forget
The fairest of the maids who dropped their veils
And laundry baskets...
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First ears: I would like two.
One either side,
I'm not a cubist.
Eyes:
the same as mine
though others have their charm,
however dyed
and all if spied
reveal a soul's design.
A nose:
but...
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I've sworn off holidays.
The treat's the trick.
Renewed resolve caves in
with each excuse.
From racing year to year,
I'm dizzy, sick.
Red hearts, green beer, brown eggs
try to seduce me
...
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Visual poetry art card collage.
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Some collage and ink work.
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Art/poetry collage card.
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A short animation.
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A performance painting video.
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