Mirror framing blue lines a circle swirl of green can you see how this moves like an image reflected like present and past a single moment the tip of green a wave frames white or transparent so called glass background of squares circles she leans her head away from so called glass reflects pale skin a single strand of hair (yellow) tinged cannot see through this at all red like the horizon of
“... poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought. The farthest horizons of our hopes and fears are cobbled by our poems, carved from the rock experiences of our daily lives.” --Audre Lorde
Monday, December 04, 2006
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