sold
Painter, Pastelist
that which divides us
through the moment
henri
singled out
one little nugget jumping on the bed
daniel encounters triangulation
transparent cage
sojourners
the loneliness of solitude
favorite new friends
the origin of oral tradition
for love of the hot, dark liquid (which my doctor does not approve of )
chance of rain
crossing paths (with myself)
organizing the incomprehensible
solitary ruminations
and then it started raining apples
the trauma of duality
a little time to sort things out
chasing it, following me
her choice of friends
conversations with a higher power
heard across the meadow
into life
encountering obstacles
my new haircut
the ledge
against the tide