I bought a sketchbook on my way to work yesterday and needed to break it in with a quick sketch. At lunch I went to Central Park and came across this man playing saxophone. It finally feels like winter has retreated and left behind hopes for better days ahead. The melody is All The Way, writtenContinue reading “Citysketch: A saxophone in the park”
Left at home Locked in a chest, That scoundrel love Has grasped me again. Prince Hozumi Fifth son of Japanese Emperor Temmu Acting Prime Minister from 705 until his death in 715
Like most people, the first time I saw a ghost it was hanging over the bathroom sink. Part of him was me but most of him was not. What was most recognizable about him was the fact that it would take very little effort to shatter him into shards.
The world shrinks And life expands It’s funny the way things work Everything we go through Gives us a new chance to learn Everything is fuel Let it burn
It was the specificity of the dream that disturbed me most. Dreams, after all, are supposed to be wispy things, easily attributed to vague impressions and hungers of one sort or another. This one was different. We were dancing, which was odd, as we were never much for dancing. Maybe the dancing symbolized something else.Continue reading “Specificity”