2026-08-22T19:34:59+00:00January 22, 2012|something pretending to be art, Weblogs|

In the Sunroom   Love has a weight, and those cherished even more. Sunlight is yearned for and received but always just an hour out of reach. The warmth curls [...]

2026-08-22T19:35:50+00:00November 24, 2008|something pretending to be art|

Every month I feel the bubble, I feel it, skin-thin, and when it breaks it oozes, oozes muddied self in a puddle, sticky and mournful and unpleasant smelling. I am [...]

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