Sunday, January 9, 2011

Saturday, January 8, 2011

vessels










                                                      
                                                       hand-formed fired
                                           unglazed clay
                                   with copper wire, tubing
                                            and sheeting

                                
                                  

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

untitled








empty voices
dressed in familiar shapes
white umbrellas
on a cement floor

a scorched saint
and a frozen sailor
argue the merits of firewood
nextdoor

a violin catches a tune
tossed by a distant dog

and stillborn sunflowers
recognize themselves
wrapped in a breeze of salt and fog

looking in a splintered mirror
is self mutilation
without the blood

i stand very naked