curling corners
(blog entry)
The corners of days curl in dry lack of movement.
Air whirls past and light echoes the framework of time.
A face reflects shadows as it hides between sheets of water, paint, paste, spit, fabric, paper and skin.
My fingers click, shake, quiver,... read more
Air whirls past and light echoes the framework of time.
A face reflects shadows as it hides between sheets of water, paint, paste, spit, fabric, paper and skin.
My fingers click, shake, quiver,... read more
blog entry posted Sun, June 24, 2007 - 7:52 PM
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