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Excursion

11/29/2016

*Winter* 20" H X 32" W Oil On Linen

Excursion

Winter
Making
A
Blustery
Show,
Threatening
Snow,
Turning
The
Mountain
Indigo,
Sweeping
From
Arizona
Into
New
Mexico.
Coming
West
On
The
Highway,
A
Gale
Was
Blowing
Me
Astray,
But
I made
It
Round
The
Bend
To
Journey’s
End,
Very
Glad
To
Be
Home
Again.

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Remembrance

11/27/2016

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Remembrance

Yellow
Roses
On
My
Table,
Which
I’ll
Keep
As
Long
As
I am
Able,
To
Remember
Golden
Roses
I carried
On
My
April
Wedding
Day,
In
A
City
Far
Away.
Those
Petals
Fell,
But
I tell
You
Now
I kept
Every
Vow,
And
Though
He’s
No
Longer
Here,
I buy
Roses
Still,
And
Always
Will,
For
Him,
For
Me,
To
Hold
The
Memory.

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The Introvert Steps Out.

11/25/2016

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*The Noon Table* 48" H X 36" W Oil On Linen

The Introvert Steps Out.

Opening
Party.
Glass
Of
Booze,
The
Slap
Slap
Of
My
Shoes,
The
Ruse
Of
How
Are
Ya,
Mighty
Fine.
I’ve
An
Inability
In
Public
Galleries
To
Shine,
Even
With
Wine,
Even
If
The
Work
Is
Mine.
Empty
Tunes
As
Through
The
Rooms
I wend,
Wishing
I could
Unbend,
Get
In
The
Groove,
Until
The
Sluggish
Clock
Moves
Into
Late,
And
I can
Find
The
Gate.
So
Long,
Bye
Bye,
I sigh,
What
A
Show,
And
Happily,
I can
Go.

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Echo

11/23/2016

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*Willem de Kooning* Woman Singing

Echo

Today,
In
A
Crowded
Shop,
I heard
A
Voice
Call
My
Name,
As
In
The
Past.
Oh,
God,
At
Last,
Was
My
First
Thought,
I have
Been
Found,
Turned
Around,
But
No,
It
Was
Not
The
One,
Come
To
Understand,
Offer
A
Loving
Hand,
Only
A
Stranger
Pursuing
A
Child
Being
Wild.
I darted
Out
The
Door
Into
The
Dark,
To
Drive
Home
Through
The
Park
Singing
Away
The
Mute
Violence
Of
Silence.
‘Don’t
They
Know
It’s
The
End
Of
The
World,
If
You
Don’t
Love
Me
Anymore?’

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Echo

11/23/2016

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Runoff

11/21/2016

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Photo by *Vivien Blackburn*

Runoff

Raining
Today,
Washing
The
Mountain
Away,
Turning
All
Around
To
Shadowed
Grey.
Air
Planes
Bounce
Across
The
Cloud
Crowded
Sky,
On
The
Way
To
Some
Where
Dry.
Would
That
I could
Take
The
Trip,
Give
All
My
Troubles
The
Slip,
But
Here
I must
Stay,
No
Chance
To
Get
Away
From
Present
Pain,
Falling
Over
Me
In
Crystal
Globes
Of
Rain.

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November 21st, 2016

11/21/2016

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Dancer

11/19/2016

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*Bryce Brown*

Dancer

Decision
Approaches
Like
The
Morning
Light,
A
Choice
Between
Wrong
Or
Wholly
Right.
Hard
To
Say
Which
Way
To
Go,
And
Really
Impossible
To
Know.
I must
Face
The
Fact
That
The
Space
Between
Life
And
Death
And
The
Next
Breath
Is
No
Wider
Than
A
Smile,
And
All
This
While,
I am
Awhirl
Until
I travel
That
Last
Mile.

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Answer

11/17/2016

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Answer

Time
Is
A
Disc
Or
A
Hollow,
A
Path
To
Follow,
A
Way
Of
Seeing,
A
Form
Of
Being
That
Spirals
Down,
A
Town
To
Live
In,
A
Pose,
A
Story,
And
Finally,
A
Glory.

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The Introvert Steps Out.

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Runoff

November 21st, 2016

Dancer

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