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quo vadis?

Little fingers guide the pen easily over the vellum wild crafting there Picasso’s wish to draw as simply a child. From his memory he invokes the scene in the room below a man, his guitar, a table and plant and … Continue reading

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snow cube chest wide shoved up the pile by the grunting winter gardener planting his blocks in casual attitudes fresh trimmed then now sagging striated two days of light rejuvenating snow leave sculpted curves moody art

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Old Bob, now: he didn’t just shovel snow like the rest of us; he’d sculpt it. Oh, he’d clear the driveway, walk, of course; but it was what he did with the snow: shoveling was just a process of gathering … Continue reading

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