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Cold Front Is Moving In, Chilling Summer Skin, The Sun Hiding Today, Behind Blowing Clouds Of Silvery Grey. Along The Wall Of Brick, The Country Rose Grows Thick, One Last Branch To Enhance The Darkest Hour, As Can Any Lovely Flower.
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 *Torso: Cuirass Series* Cast Bronze* Brass Wire* 4 1/2" H Rosewood Base  It
Takes A Lot Of Energy To Fashion A Reality, To Get It Up And Get It On Every Single Day At Dawn, To Lace It Up And Face The World With A Coffee Cup, And Not A Living Soul Will See It Hides A Perfect Fantasy.  *What-To-Wear* 3" H Cast Bronze Women
Warriors Take Great Care In The Armor That They Wear, To Fit Into The Proper Style, Always With A Smile. Little Do They Know The Fighter That We Are Below The Carapace We Bear To Be Accepted Everywhere, Even Though We All Know What Little Of Ourselves We Show.  *Duy Huynh* Half Life Hovering
Here, Gravity Mocking, Flight Encased In A Striped Stocking, Keeping Above The Heavy Woe And Utter Chaos Below, All In My Circle Of Hope, Rolling Down An Oily Slope, To Where, I Cannot Say, Too Many Forces Are Still In Play.  *Swimmer* 30" H X 24" W Acrylic On Canvas I Could
Write A Detailed Thesis About How It Feels To Fall To Pieces. Reaching For That Fabled Star, It’s Easy To Forget Where You Are. I Swim On, Regardless Of The Weather, Laboring To Keep Myself Together.  *Stone* 30" H X 24" W Acrylic On Canvas Mighty
Few Seem Aware We All Share This Tiny Orb Of Heat We Devour Like Fresh Meat, Flooded, Burned, And Torn Asunder, Disease Culling A Hefty Number, And Everywhere We See Political Criminality. We Have To, Have To! Change Or Civilization Will Be A Ruse, And All We’ve Learned Is How To Wear Shoes.  I Decided
Ages Ago That Climbing The Mountain Would Show How Smart And Agile I Could Be, But Bless Me, I’ve Lost The Knack, Unable To See The Way Up Or Back, And Here I Be. But Hey, I Spot A Crack Leading To Another Track. One More Jump To Another Bump, And You Will See How I Get Free. Just Watch Me!  *Beauty Rest* Roger Wedegis The
Elderly Black Dog Tilts Herself To The Sun, Sixteen Years Done. No Need To Speed Around The Lawn With Pup, Those Days Are Gone. She Leads A Life Of Leisure Now, Absent The Strife Of Youth, And In Truth, Lies Contented In The Morning Light, And That’s Quite All Right.  What
A Pretty Pass We’ve Come To, Constantly Cheated, Bullied, And Done Unto By Soulless Leaders, Despicable, Greedy, Bottom Feeders. It Wounds, It Kills, And In Misery And Vexation, The Nation Reels And Weeps, While Justice, Drugged With Stolen Power, Sleeps.  *Reclining Nude 2* 36" H X 72" W Oil On Linen To
The East, A Visual Feast. The Mountain Sprawls, Contours Of Cliffs And Rocky Falls Soften In The Evening Air, Lounging Like A Native Queen, Immense, Imagined, Nearly Seen, It Shapes Itself In Shadowed Light, And Fades To Night. |
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September 2020
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