Tag Archives: Artwork

Free Range

Nesting, she brooded on the future of free range– No claims to hold her.   (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama) Advertisements

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Network

As you can see, God’s original sketches for the world did not include people, which makes you wonder if there was indeed a wager he lost to some lucky devil or other who forced him to include people in the … Continue reading

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Empty, Full

Howling, to contract space for deeper emptying, to swallow moons whole.   (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Pupa

Seven years later, the pupa stage of marriage– Who the hell are you?   (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)    

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Benign

Alighted, to course sweetly toward benign silence– To mend, flowers kiss.   (Watercolor by Henry Miller)    

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Sheep

Wild sheep chase, ending in void’s double exposure– who’s following whom?   (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Wonder

Each spring they return, bound to renew small wonders– Innocent by turns.   (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)    

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Blue

That year, in Paris, distant blue was all the rage– the clown’s mood thickened.   (Painting by Edward Hopper)

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Ice Cream

Like ice cream, this dream of life, wintering its soul– How lovely the melt!   (Artwork by Hiroshige)

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Happenstance

You mean to tell me that God is Bo Peep and her sheep are not sheep at all but rather dream-spiders spinning intricate patterns and noodle-strand mandalas to freestyle a movable feast in some obscure forest known by some as … Continue reading

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