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Fated

8/30/2023

*Autumn In New York* 20" H X 16" W Acrylic On Canvas

Dear
Miss
Clarke
Was
Afraid
Of
The
Dark,
And
Would
Never
Dare
To
Walk
In
The
Park,
Did
Not
Care
For
The
Country
Life,
Crammed
With
Unknown
Potential
Strife,
So
Lived
In
Town,
With
Plenty
Of
Policemen
All
Around.
Alas,
It
Came
To
Pass,
She
Cut
Her
Thumb
On
A
Piece
Of
Glass,
Expired
Under
A
Hundred
Watt
Light,
And
Was
Carried
Away
On
A
Bright
Sunny
Day.

Collision

8/27/2023

It
Was
A
Long
Time
Ago,
You
Know,
And
In
Another
Place,
But
I Recall
His
Face
Like
Yesterday,
As
He
Drifted
Away
Like
A
Ship
Leaving
Port,
Breaking
Hearts
For
Sport.

Written On A Wall

8/23/2023

*Change* Cast Bronze 3 7/8" H X 2 1/4" W

Doubt
Prompts
The
Heart
To
Regress,
Uncertainty
A
Caltrop
To
My
Progress
As
I Hesitate,
Then
Take
The
Plunge,
Fear
To
Expunge.

Beware, Beware

8/20/2023

Down
Through
The
Fields
Where
Wild
Rage
Grows,
Along
The
Path
Where
No
Honest
Soul
Goes,
You
Will
Come
To
The
Place
Evil
Spirits
Dwell,
Humming
Their
Death
Knell,
Stirring
A
Simmering
Caldron
Of
Vicious
Lies
To
Beguile
The
Unwise
Into
Treason,
For
Crass
Political
Reasons,
And
Will
Cackle
And
Gloat
As
They
Steal
Your
Vote.
Don’t
Believe
What
They
Sell,
And
Send
Them
All
Back
To
Hell.

Lost Love

8/18/2023

*Jan van den Hoecke* Hero Laments Leander

Turn
Away,
Turn
Away,
And
Wait
For
A
Better
Day,
Pay
The
Incremental
Cost
Of
Savage
Loss,
And
Bury
With
Him
All
The
Dross
Of
Consciousness
Forgot,
In
A
Tumult
Of
Bells
And
Mournful
Cries
That
Come
When
A
Dream
Dies.

On Writing

8/15/2023

*Gabriele Munter*

I Carry
A
Notebook
Everywhere,
It’s
On
The
Table,
Or
Beside
My
Chair,
And
Nobody
Knows
What
Prose
I Write
To
Myself,
Fill
The
Pages,
Place
It
On
A
Shelf,
Then
Begin
Again
To
Catch
The
Secret,
Inner
Hit
Of
Making
Lovely
Words
Precisely
Fit.

Murder

8/11/2023

*Mark Jacobsen*

For
All
My
Airs,
Heaven
Knows,
I’m
Flying
With
The
Crows,
Prideful
Birds
With
No
Words,
Wheeling
Around
High
Above
The
Common
Ground,
Black
As
Night,
Traveling
Light,
Addicted
To
Flight.

Nightsong

8/9/2023

*Duy Huynh* Echoes

This
Is
The
Way
It
Was
Meant
To
Be,
All
The
Rivers
Run
To
The
Sea,
Stars
Are
Sewn
To
The
Quilted
Sky,
And
Any
Dark
Clouds
Soon
Sweep
By.
Cool
Rain
Falls
To
Wash
Us
Clean,
And
Every
Soul
May
Come
To
Know
Exactly
What
True
Love
Can
Mean.

August Brunch

8/6/2023

Sunday
Morning
Chopin,
Etude
Opus
25,
To
Set
The
Mood
In
A
Flat
Major,
All
Beauty
Understood,
Each
Note
Golden
Good,
To
Gracefully
Shape
The
Day,
As
Music
Should.

Nine P.M.

8/3/2023

Sacrifice
The
Light,
Step
Into
The
Night,
And
With
All
Senses,
Take
In
The
Gentled
Air,
And
Let
Today
Slip
Away,
The
Planet
Turning
Around,
The
Ever
Burning
Sun
Rolling
Upside
Down,
This
Race
Run,
Another
Distant
Tomorrow
Only
Just
Begun.