breathes air between the tip of a finger and a canvas.
the artist
Running
Of late I feel I am running from, and I am over it. It is exhausting and I have blisters. I don’t even know if these metaphorical saline bubbles are on my […]
Scapegoating
I have watched the Nost Fiasco with cautious interest, cringing at what people have to say about how angry they are. Yesterday I took a breath and finally read the Age article, […]
Getting Up
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Three Years Ago
the Reinvented Poet 