tea cup of rice
midwest kid, now writing things down, again
tea cup of rice
a guy talking to an apple:
I hate self reference:
yesterday’s poem
ubiquitous
great things quiet
No more the need:
The Last Desperate:
emerald odyssey
a note poem:
closest is this black and white.
a stone to finish under
Burning cylindrics
terribly into your night
my new cityscape painting:
latest piece of space: