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Unhappily, My Car Won’t Go And I am Waiting For Santa Fe Tow. AAA Will Save The Day, I pray, Or Else Dear Volvo Must Be Hauled Away. I’m Hoping Not To Pay A Heap To Wake My Vehicle From Auto Sleep.
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 *More Heart* Digital Art* Against Tomorrow
Tell Me About Your Regret, What You Recall And What You Forget. Tell About Your Innocent Days, Before The Clear Path Became A Maze, Of Sorrow And The Poise Gained From Bearing The Pain. Of All The Things Folks Never Say Aloud. Be Proud. Hold Tight, And Write.  *Duy Huynh* Apparition
A Half Cup Of This Foreign Tea And I see Before Me The Crude Coast Of Solitude, Rising Like A Ship Emerging From The Sea, Tall Sails Converging, Urging Me To Join The Ghostly Crew. Another Few Drinks, And The Vessel Sinks Before The Whitened Slope Of Much Desired Hope, Quite Clear, And Almost Near Enough To Touch.  *San Francisco* 30" H X 24" W Acrylic On Canvas Pilgrim
The West Coast Came To Seem A Pastel Dream, Light Years Away From The Day To Day Fierce East Coast Tempo I had Come To Know. I hovered There, Shuffling Uneasy Cares And Fears Of Bridges Burned Until I returned To NYC And Found I was The Same As I used To Be.  Freight
Five Jet Chemtrails Chalk Mark The Sky, Ten Thousand Miles High. Aboard, Twelve Hundred Souls Ride At Ease There, Going Some Where. For Love Or Money Or Work, They Happily Shirk Gravity To Span A Timeless Cavity Of Space Below, The Finality Of Which They Do Not Know, Caught In The Banality Of Wingless Flight And The Empty Glitter Of The Height.  *Winter* 20" H X 32" W Oil On Linen Winter Scene
Viewed From A Narrow Sand Stone Ledge, The Mountain Is Wedge Upon Wedge Of Igneous Stone, Agate, Quartz, And Frozen Ice, To Splice Together Cold Rain And Weather, And Every Day Rise Above The Human Fray To Glow Beneath A Woven Shawl Of Snow.  *Progressive Composite* Separate 14" X 14" Images Oil On Linen Composite
The Many Shapes Of Me Comprise More Than You Can Readily See. I move And Change To Rearrange What I am And Have Been As I begin Again To Be. Not As An Unintended Drift, But A Deliberate Shift, To Direct And Realize The Perfect Disguise.  *Landscape 1* Oil On Paper Recalled
Here In This Dry Arroyo, Mountain Waters Used To Flow, Where Now Purple Sage And Jimson Weeds Grow. In The Spring, Seeds Remember And Bring Desert Flowers Of Old, Brilliant Orange And Gold, And For A Moment, Until They Fade, We See The Glory Nature Once Made.  *Mountain Snow* Pen And Ink On Paper First Snowfall
Above Taos, Twelve Thousand Feet High, Snow Gathers To Lie In Crevices And Hide Gullies Where The Skiers Glide. Frosty Drifts Will Grow Until The Rock Below Becomes A Pillow Over Which They Go, Doing Youthful Tricks On Two Polished Sticks.  *Nude 1* Oil On Paper Becoming
Woman Under Construction, Convention The Obstruction, Needing Space To Grow And Change, To Rearrange Every Single Part, And Satisfy An Eager Heart. To Be Every Thing She Can Desire, Warmed By An Inner Fire That Will Sustain A Questing Brain. |
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August 2024
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