Failing on Purpose

What if you yanked your finger from the Hole?  The One the Man you can’t remember now told you once,  with his eyes, must remain filled at the cost of Your life.  Would the Others notice the torrent spilling out onto Your scorched landscape?  Can’t they see Your earth is thirsty?  They – the Ones…

closet space

  feet slide to the floor while it rises to meet the day reptilian brain stalking prehistoric prey   while you lay sleeping, dreaming and slinking something came creeping, invading your thinking   reminiscent, reticent, then quiet… then… nothing powdery box of noxious offerings mixed with your morning coffee   a dour thread unwinds the…

WEEK 12:  Six Degrees of Wyeth

After making my way into Washington, DC with a classmate and finally finding a place to park (no small task on a Friday morning), we headed to the National Gallery of Art to see the “Andrew Wyeth:  Looking Out, Looking In” exhibit, which focuses on his watercolor paintings of windows.  During his lifetime, the artist produced…