if i can, with a glance, find focus in this disarray, it may be in the raising of the glass that we sip or your eyes as they lift to mine, gazing on your lips smiling and dismayed.
smiling and dismayed.
Category: scratches in the sunlight
Barroom beams.
"Bow low to the cello, French horn & bellows." Her songs barrel in the barroom beams. Her Samba unravels. She learned in the mirror from histories of Brazilian queens. collage & acrylic 8x6" nickreeves 01/04/20 .
coaxing words
out there in the bay tonight, captured in a globe of light, hand over hand over hand, overheard lonely lovers coaxing words from the shortwave static.
