Muse in the Morning |
Time for a break from poetry…in order to create some art.
Is there an existence that is only mine?
–Russell Hoban |
Early Spring 5 |
Apr 08 2011
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Mar 29 2011
Muse in the Morning |
Time for a break from poetry…in order to create some art.
Do others, I wondered, “see things as I do? I do not think so, for if they did they would not still be alive.” And, life-threatening though my vision seemed, I would not repudiate it: “Sometimes I think I shall die from being different even as I cling to the difference fiercely.”
–Nancy Mairs |
Bubble |
Mar 28 2011
Mar 25 2011
Mar 24 2011
Muse in the Morning |
Time for a break from poetry…in order to create some art.
I was an onion, layers and layers and layers under a thin, papery skin. If anyone had been able to cut me open, my bitter, irritating juices would have stung their eyes, and they would have cried. Although I couldn’t cry myself, much at the time.
But no one would cut me open. –Crescent Dragonwagon |
Splash of Color 4 |