Poems about art

Between the Will and Attention

The mind is a little crow, a double sided sword, where will and attention play, while agape feeds...

Unknowingly I met eyes unrequited, shivering as an unknown language was born, translation of two...

the gate to a land where life is pure is closed shut to us as long as stars emit the heat we need...

solitary stalactite arhythmic tomtoms 　　　　 heart arrhythmia repeating excuses a fallen shard...

What we haven’t learned is that extremes gut us empty. Either masses, either riches, either...

The beauty of Hubble’s eye is its nearness to the edge of the imagined, enhanced. A glimpse of the...