Tag: writing
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-poems for Tanya
P A R T N O. II ‘magnolia seed’ what is hidden to [you]; complete beauty, – ‘magnolia [see]d’ – my ancient rose, you are rhapsody in [orange,] a steady flicker, fi[reside], given [to] the shadows you lend your little [light] 2/3 Print by Franco Fontana Landscapes
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-poems for Tanya
P A R T N O. 1 ‘little we’ [the]se words i chose sparingly, and meaningful – ‘little we’ – togetherness, stillness, s[implicit]y with dreams a[flame] [in]credible as these the night is calm, by [you] indefinitely 3/3 Print by Joel Meyerowitz Cape Light
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lyric of fire
there’s a song out there, a belabored one, singin’ you’re the fire to my sun and i’ll cherish while it’s fun Print by Franco Fontana Landscapes of the Fountain
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tour america
SPEND SUMMER WITH US IN THE GREAT WETTERSTEIN MOUNTAINS embark on a voyage of self-discovery with Günther Holst where you will conquer the mighty Zugspitze aboard the infamous Eibsee cable car verzögern! find local Caroline Bauer, across from the ski lodge, where you will meditate in ‘Alles zu seiner Zeit’ following a brief seminar join Liesel Förstner at the small brook…
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Child.
a young man has everything to gain in risk. an old man will grow callous to insecurity. the purification of belief will make old men young. the dissatisfaction of knowledge has made young men insecure. an honest man is always a child. Print by Martin Parr Clevedon Swimming Club
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silhouette
i would tear out a page of my past and relive the cold morning. i would retrieve the figments i abandoned. i would dive into you. Print by Franco Fontana Untitled Basilicata Italy
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euphony in light of semantics
her mind was 5am in Sommières a ludic hamlet where thoughts could dine together in a café PRINT BY SHŌJI UEDA BRILLIANT SCENES
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himna smiður / SMITH OF THE HEAVENS
rich fields usurped by manmade deserts / the glory of His creation abolished by kind let those who kneel draw sanguine breath / or stand by love unmoved by death, in fields where death still stands Print by Richard Mosse Poison Glen
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effort
努力 once a year my home is filled with water it seeps through the floorboards and underneath the carpet the books i’ve left on the floor are erased by the rising tide the gentle water is unbiased in what it takes and I will salvage what it may not recognize Print by Hiroshi Yamazaki Heliography 01
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