Friday, September 27, 2019

Glass, light


 & ink.  Delicious trio.  I've never been one to favor squid ink.  Are you?  For me gestures in black ink inspire.  Much like a  favorite wooden spoon darkened by use stirring a favorite stew.  Or those black rimmed appetizer-sized plates.

1 comment:

  1. while driving through the cactus one of the mother
    rages across the road
    one of the father skims the rising heat
    the ancestors pour across the pavement waving hullo
    don't follow us they shout
    we are burning
    burning like the slim dry sticks

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