The Gift “….he draws the flame’s heat through his parted lips as if inhaling her…”
Thank you to the editors of riverbabble for publishing this story.
(Mosaic by unknown artist)
The Gift “….he draws the flame’s heat through his parted lips as if inhaling her…”
Thank you to the editors of riverbabble for publishing this story.
(Mosaic by unknown artist)
“…all that longing over language used…” Passing
Thank you to the editors of Apollo’s Lyre for publishing this poem.
Nature is relationships in space.
Geometry defines relationships in space.
Art creates relationships in space.
~M. Boles and R. Newman
I’ve fallen for painting furniture. The shape of this old black table compelled me to paint it with acryllics.
A close up of the top:
The unending sentence says:
“love is here,” he said. “I will stay,” she said, thus opening a window in the sky for birds and stars to pour forth which is how we learned everything is Love is here, he said. I will stay, she said, thus…