Melodies drift over the road roaras a park triplet riffson infinity.Smiles crack each sullen face‘round the city Circle,decoded by the jam of a drum, sax, and bass ~smooth and abundant,the rhythm returnspedestrians toa simpler social medium.A jazz mob, self-assembled —traveling troops united to create a more perfect unionof the citied senses.
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Impressioning
Pink lily pads and dusty yellow footpaths,the dark green shadow of Monet’s madame andlight caught in fleeting whiteof their son’s bucket hat.The Riaux Valley reflectedin stunted strokes ~its stone bluesguarded by greenand ocher offsets. In The Olive Orchard, peasant skirts and tree trunksflow by the same curves ~legs and limbs aliveunder the heat of agray … Continue reading Impressioning
Room 7
Wood grain extracts the stress stored in my bones, smoothing the tumult of a curious mind. Curved and lacquered — perfection paralleled only by the glass cutterswho unseparate this oasis of the senses from the outside.The bird ballet begins before us, amidst thebeauty of the ocher fields and ruby trees: a season’s symphony. with humble … Continue reading Room 7