Time

The curve of the hand 

and hourglass

feel the slipping sand.

B.F.M

Bowl A beggar

A beggar 
holds out his bowl,
I climb in.

B.F.M.

The Strike

This beautiful evening's sitting 
is better suited for a monk.

The quiet a paralyzing 
venom slithers 
away all good intentions.

B.F.M.

Status

Of the thousand quotidian
words to say, all I can
muster is an anaemic
smiley face.

B.F.M

Black & Tan Lament

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Black & Tan Lament
16" x 20"
Digital prints available.
2012


Black & Tan Lament
Hollowed, on a barstool, 
Gladys offers you
the black & tan.


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