PATINA

It was called, “The Hotel.” Like a childhood friend known by one name. The lobby exhibited signs of artistic death.  There were overused red velvet chairs. A couch without cushions. Ceiling fans without life. Strips of wallpaper peeling Like a melting glacier. Many have passed through the thick wooden and glass doors onto black and … More PATINA

SURVIVAL

Long corridors with linoleum floors absorb the stories of lost lambs and hungry wolves. Families and enemies pass flowered wallpaper of peonies and terracotta pots on ordinary days with eyes down never speaking; like meteors at night and shadows during day.   The accessories, lights, exit signs, mailboxes are destroyed or absent. The comingling of … More SURVIVAL