If facing the paper, your thought is 'I am an artist', you have no clue what to do. If the concepts of your function are, 'I am a shape maker, an entertainer, an expressive symbol collector'...then you have an explicit road map. Edgar Whitney

Friday, March 12, 2010

on the death of a lover

my crucible
you are gone

you left me the alloy
ingot forged in your
bowl the colour

of apricots
with a lustrous nacre
deep as subterranean
caves
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