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 Autumn
Is Only A Change In The Light, A Shorter Day And A Longer Night, But In The Sudden Morning Chill And Dappled Thrill Of Color Change, We See Nature’s Effort To Rearrange Summer’s Bliss Into Winter’s Frosty Kiss.
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Have A New Puppy In The Manse, Making Our Older Lab Do A Dance When Her Tail Is Bitten By The Little Scamp, The Floor Still Damp From Her Latest Wee, As She Bites Every Object She Can See, And Sometimes, That Includes Me. I know The Mite Will Grow Into A Proper Pet, But It Ain’t Happened Yet. Here She’s Sleeping Under My Chair, Totally Unaware. Hopefully, We Shall Find If She Will Mind, And Learn From Me How Not To Randomly Pee.  *Michael Parkes* Even
Though My Friend Is Agile, Arrangements Are Extremely Fragile. The Falling Stone, The Angry Cat, The Fire Below, The Snow White Swan, That As En Pointe She Greets The Dawn, A Pretty Thing, Living Balanced On A String.  *Change* 3 7/8" H X 2 1/4" W Cast Bronze As
Every Writer Knows, Nothing Is Worse Than Bloated Prose. While Penning A Scene Of Sexual Thrall Do Not Suddenly Recall The Alamo, Or Relate Details Of A Broadway Show. Cut It Down, Throw It Out, I hear The Inner Editor Shout, Negate The Horrid Comma Splice, Obey, Be Nice, And You’ll Succeed As You Should, Knock On Wood.  *Hatstand* Steel, Brass, and Aluminum * Adjustable Height * 5" Diameter Base No
Question That I require Some Where To Hang My Hat. Here Is Where I reside, But I travel Far And Wide In What I write And Paint And Read, And I find Every Thing I need In My Snug Space, Without Going Any Place.  *White Bird* 6" H Assemblage Of Bone And Steel On Birch Base Poor
Humans, With Our Schemes And Plans, Laboring With Frail Hands To Take A Stand, Surviving Countless Blows And Cuts, We All Go Slightly Nuts. Foolish, Eager Hopes Find Us On The Ropes, But On We Strive, The Only Way To Keep Alive, As In The Tumult And The Rubble, We Still Exult.  A
Chem Trail Divides The Morning Sky, Some High Flyer Sweeping By, Gravity A Joke. No! No! It’s Smoke, Grey Smoke Rising Today From Fires Half A World Away, The Smoldering Sin Of Evil Men And Heedless, Criminal Greed Without End, For Filthy Money There Will Be Nowhere Left To Spend.  *Chiura Obata* The Road Ahead Yellow
Lights In Empty Rooms, The Roadway Moist In The Twilight Gloom, Triangle Of Park Dim Under Starshine, None Of Those Rooms Mine. This Town, This Space, Soon Gone, I travel On.  *Fear* 30" H X 36" W Oil On Linen Where
Was I when The Bomb Dropped, When The Blow Fell, When The Mist Came, When The Water Rose, When The Lights Went Out, When The Last Shout Was Raised, When Avarice And Violence Were Praised, When Every Shadow Became Fear? I was Here, You Bureaucratic Ass, Right Here, With Nothing Left To Do, And Where Were You?  *Willem de Kooning* Where
Is The Consolation For Lack Of Artistic Stimulation? When Your Muse Is Off On A Cruise, Your Personal Angel Has Fallen From Grace And You Can’t Recall The Face Of Success Since All Your Work Is A Hot Mess? If I knew, I would Tell You So. When You Find Out, Please Let Me Know. |
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