When my fingers trace
your most delicate arch
run gingerly and freely
over every curve and valley
This is where I find peace..”
He whispered each word
as if it were his last
as if his bones
were being left
white and vulnerable
in the heat of the desert
Do you recall a time in America when the income of a single school teacher or baker or salesman or mechanic was enough to buy a home, have two cars, and raise a family?
I remember. My father (who just celebrated his 100th birthday) earned enough for the rest of us to live…
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Yes, that’s right, a live broadcast. I’m going to pretend I don’t suffer from performance anxiety and I’m going to do a *live* broadcast as I paint something. It’s all digital work, so there’s no need to be afraid of permanent staining in case I freak out and I knock over my workstation.
Anyways, if you’d like to tune in, feel free to do so over at Livestream. I’ll be starting the broadcast at…