On my birthday – the damned things just keep coming – this seemed appropriate.
People my age
now recognize me as
people their age,
a new disappointment
revealing flaws
deeper than wrinkles.
Your age is in your mind
has been my mantra,
a lie that denies,
like money and desire.
I don’t want to be twenty
again, I just don’t want to be
that after photo of your
favorite star, so old
it makes you gasp.
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This is a copy of someone else’s painting, but the border and the mounting approach are original.
Acrylic on aluminum flashing, mounted on a board cut entirely with a diamond scribe (because I could not find my saw).
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I’m working on draft two of a new novel, called Everything In Water. Visual artists get to share their work, so I wanted to share mine. I call this piece, Page 1.
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