Strange Light
“For the listener who listens in snow…” I’m not sure that artists really have down time. I can take a vacation from work-the-thing-that-pays-the-bills, but I can’t not be an artist. Still, I try… Continue reading
“For the listener who listens in snow…” I’m not sure that artists really have down time. I can take a vacation from work-the-thing-that-pays-the-bills, but I can’t not be an artist. Still, I try… Continue reading
This weekend, Portland was uncharacteristically covered over with a layer of snow and ice which derailed plans, brought an strange silence to the city, and gave a lot of us a break from… Continue reading
…the morning dark beyond the sill. A line from a poor no-name slob of an unfinished poem from a project that is still not much more than a vague set of ideas orbiting a… Continue reading