WARHOL GONE

There was a narrow reason to mourn   a cerebral molting spread over partly framed orderly opinions   he was a recluse of twisted dreams pure with talent a personal connection to the souls of interest within his circle   he formed a texture of words weaving clouds into reality   rain washed him, arms … More WARHOL GONE

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ONCE A YEAR

Festival day captures the heart of church bells, stirring the sedative village into boisterous frivolity. Adjoining terraces are decorated with multiple loud colors. Pigeons look down from rooftops. Shops are closed for the day. Paper banners rattle in the wind.   Revelers dance on shaded streets, celebrating generations of unchanged excitement. With arms entwined they … More ONCE A YEAR