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.
Moonflowers
I was in a hurry
To get to work.
Then I looked up
To see the last moments
Of moonlight
In the summer yard.
Trois Jours
The moonflower arc
From dark to light
Is nice. Each bloom
Significant and pleasant.
She cried all the way
Across Europe
Except for three days
In Paris. It was hard
To see her, to be near her.
Her discomfort ground
Into the days.
She moved to Virginia
And I went back to play.
Two Souls
Drift and lay back down.
There's a tender breeze
For the twilight sky.
A time of smooth cool
On a summer night.
Linger, languish maybe
There must be a bit of smile
in that heart you wear
Hidden beneath your robes.
On this earth, where there’s always a war somewhere,
where there’s killing and suffering,
you can find eccentrics who eat vegetable soup on bread,
and others who drink to kill a mouse.
But weirder are the millions of people,
who in their peace of mind, still make babies
and assume that they’re grateful to their parents.
