has been for sale for some time, as you have seen. The maintenance and ongoing development to keep our non-profit and idealistic platform for contemporary art running and safe from hackers etc. costs money that is no longer there. Because of small investments that are necessary now and the running costs, we will have to shut down with a heavy heart at the beginning of summer on June 21.
So many years
In my mother's garden
Were spent by her
Thinning the iris
Then all of us
Praised the blooms
In springtime.
For several years now
She has forgotten
Her need to tend
Her flowers.
Now the plants
Have moved beyond
Their careful borders.
A disarray of green
From seeds
Fallen from her bird feeder.
Strange twists
And shoots from
From the treasured
Birds fascination
Of mother as
She stares through
A darkened pane.
Inhale for me.
Exhale through your nose.
My nose whistles a bit
And my mind wanders.
But, there is the road -
Long asphalt
Like contentment,
Rolls out over
Prairie hills
Between singular trees.
A return of some
Luxury
Left me much too
Aware of my mouth
And how it breathes.
I am fascinated with the huge Daturas that blossom in my summer backyard garden. They emerge in moonlight and wilt neatly in the morning like a woman's formal evening gloves.
I am fascinated with the huge Daturas that blossom in my summer backyard garden. They emerge in moonlight and wilt neatly in the morning like a woman's formal evening gloves.
I am fascinated with the huge Daturas that blossom in my summer backyard garden. They emerge in moonlight and wilt neatly in the morning like a woman's formal evening gloves.
