The strangeness of late hours and busy feet walking between buildings where memories sift through passions and promises it must be the under surface of heaven where shadows and dreams whisper wisdom and pillows hide dreams and finally we realize that flowers become more beautiful as we age into something new
It was a resolve of being unfinished like wrinkled sheets. His independent creative regard separated him from the herd, placing him in a fractured social pack, alone but accepted. Introductions were nail pounding, struggling with images of being overcome by strangers. Awkward passions and uneven ambitions remained smoldering as the empty page … More CAUTIOUS
The darkened museum was an effusion of history and rare artifacts. The floors were well-worn from observers and lovers of art. Paintings, warriors swords and pottery was exhibited in corners or on platforms with detailed descriptions. In one display, a black antique typewriter, a publishing piano, creating concerts of words, striking to the marrow of … More THE SOUND OF KEYS
Roger Singer 