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| "the black gold futures," painting by Kris Lewis |
Cross the silent ballroom,
Doubt and danger past;
Blow the cobwebs from the mirror
See yourself at last.
~WH Auden
from "Lady, weeping at the crossroads"
I love poetry. It is in the oxygen I breathe, and in the blood that courses through me. We have so many means now, with which to create, express and share, that our poetry can cross any boundary.
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| "the black gold futures," painting by Kris Lewis |
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| "angeles forest," painting by Kris Lewis |
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| "feathers," painting by Kris Lewis |
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| "lake," painting by Kris Lewis |
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| "fighting the tides," painting by Kris Lewis |
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| "winterlast," painting by Kris Lewis |
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| "lifeboat," painting by Kris Lewis |