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Forgotten

4/27/2018

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*Glance* 48" H X 36" W Acrylic On Canvas
Forgotten

I’ve
Tried
To
Store
My
Memories
On
A
Mental
Shelf,
But
The
Past
Swallows
Itself,
Or
Fades
To
Grey,
Slips
Away,
And
Leaves
Me
Holding
Onto
Today,
Just 
As
I should,
Which
Is
Good.
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Ars Longa, Etc.

4/25/2018

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Ars Longa, Etc.

I hate
To
Be
Griping,
But
I’ve
Got
A
Cut 
On
My
Finger
Caused
By
Excessive
Typing.
How
Can
I achieve
Deathless
Art
When
Every
Time
I start,
Before
A
Paragraph
Is
Made, 
I must 
Apply
Another
Band-Aid?



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Dilemma

4/23/2018

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Dilemma

Hello
Out
There.
I don’t
Know
Where 
It
Will
End,
But 
I am
Accepting
The
Fact
That
Facebook,
Caught
In
The
Act,
Is
Not
My
Friend.
Sooner
Or
Later
I must
Refuse
To
Be
Mined
For
Data,
Or
Allow
Myself
To
Be
Used
In
Devious
Ways
As
Everything
I say
Is
Stored
Away.
I no
Longer
Play
The
Mindless
Games
Or
Seek
My
Medieval
Names,
One 
Click,
And
I am 
Tricked,
But
Gee,
It’s
Lonesome
To
Be
Solitary 
Me.
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Archive

4/21/2018

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*Woman With White Rose* 70"H X 28" W Oil On Linen
Archive

I leave
Behind
Me
A
Trail
Of
Ink,
Noting
Everything 
I think, 
And
No 
Longer
Care
If
It’s
Printed
Elsewhere.
The
Glory
Is 
To
Fashion 
A
Story
To
Bring
Alive
What
I derive
From 
All
I see
And
Am
And
Do,
And
Offer
It
To
Posterity
And
You, 
The
Understanding
Friend 
I have
Not
Met, 
And 
Yet, 
Cannot 
Forget.
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April Bluster

4/19/2018

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April Bluster

Springs
Winds
Blow
Mighty
In
New
Mexico.
I hold
My
Hat
Wherever
I go,
As
They
Move
Arizona
Sand
To
Texas,
Simply 
To
Vex
Us.
It
Shakes
The
Trees
And
Scatters
Leaves,
Pushes
My
Car
At
Intersections,
Urging
Me
In
Other
Directions.
Today
The
Mountain
Is
Obscured
With
Dust,
And
I wait
For
Summer
Calm, 
As
I must.
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Insidious

4/18/2018

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Insidious

The 
White
Spider
Falls 
Withered
From 
Her 
Web.
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Grrrr

4/17/2018

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*Rufino Tamayo*
Grrrr

It
Takes
Considerable
Psychic
Labor
To
Hate
My
Next
Door
Neighbor.
A
Barking
Canine
Can
Undermine
Good 
Will
And
Give
Rise
To
A
Desire
To
Slay
The
Mutt,
Whose
Mouth
Will
Not
Shut
Regardless
Of
The
Hour.
I glower
When
The
Owner
Passes
By,
And
Wish
To
Poison
Fido’s
Dish,
Or
Perhaps
It’s
Keeper
Would 
Be
Just
As
Good,
And
Clean
Up
The
Neighborhood.
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Arc

4/15/2018

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*Blaine Harrington III*
Arc

If
You 
Stand
Just 
Here,
He 
Said
To
Me,
Beside
This
Sycamore
Tree,
You
Will
See
The
Mountain
Clear
The
Morning
Mist,
Kissed
By
The
Rising
Sun.
On
The
Lowland
Side,
The
Day
Has
Already
Begun
And
We
Are
An
Hour
Slow
To
Feel
The
Glow.
But
We
Will
Triumph
With
The
Sunset,
In
This
Very
Park,
And
They
Will
Be
An
Hour
In
The
Dark.
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Recollection

4/13/2018

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*David Collins, MD* Graduation, Brown University D. April 13, 2009
Recollection

Yesterday
Or the day before
We walked from the Metropolitan
Talking about the show,
Over to Madison Avenue
Stopping at all the bookstores.
You bought me those
Slender books on art
We made a collection of, 
Two rare ones,
One Matisse,
One Modigliani. 
And on down Madison
Past the antique shops
And the restaurants and
That funny hardware store
Which never had
What we were looking for.
And the stores full of gaud
And the crowds pulsing
And the traffic churning by,
All the way to Thirty-Third Street.
All the way holding hands,
Only yesterday
Or the day before?
I only remember
It was spring.


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Remembrance

4/11/2018

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Remembrance

Now
And
Then,
I never
Know
When,
I think
Of
Martha,
A
School
Friend.
Her
Mama
Was
A
Drunk,
And
Her
Father
A
Skunk
Of
The
First
Water,
And
Neither
Considered
The
Effect
On
Their
Daughter.
What
Do
I recall?
Hardly
Anything
At
All.
Martha
Was
Left
Handed
And
With
A
Delicate
Frown,
Wrote
Backward
With
Her
Hand
Upside
Down.
She
Had
Lovers,
Which
At
That
Time,
Was
Considered
A
Heinous
Crime.
To
My
Surprise,
She
Married
One
Of
These
Guys.
Later,
I learned
The
Poor
Goof
Went
Up
On
The
Roof
To 
Fix
The
TV
Dish,
Was
Electrocuted
And
Fell,
Dead
As
Tinned
Fish.
Martha
Got
A
Job
Modelling
Clothes
At
A
Department
Store,
And
I heard
No 
More,
But 
Often
I think 
Of
The
Girl,
And
Wish 
Her
Well.
Martha,
Honey, 
Wherever
You 
Dwell,
Give
‘Em
Hell.
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