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The latest: [Mar. 9th, 2008|02:03 pm]
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The above selections from Portrait of the Years are for sale! (with the exception of the ocean picture)

If you'd like to get a look at these up close, simply scroll though this journal to find your desired photograph & poem. Each physical work is 8 & 1/2'' x 11''. The gallery price was $80.00, but I'm willing to do a trade.
If interested, please comment with an email address.
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portrait of the years in the flesh! [Oct. 27th, 2007|07:15 pm]
portrait of the years
Dear friends,

Five of these photographs and poems will be appearing in a physical medium as a part of The Blogger Show, a joint project of The Digging Pitt (PGH), The Digging Pitt Too (NYC), Agni Gallery (NYC), and Panza Gallery (PGH).

My work will be at the Panza Gallery in Millvale, PA between November 10 and January 12th.
December 15th is the public reception!

Here's a link to more information on The Blogger Show.
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(no subject) [Aug. 8th, 2007|11:23 pm]
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all the time's eyes shut like this:
five days shaken dry.

i never liked december, the jealous twinge
at colored lights in other homes,

the promise at the end of
a new year. today,

my father gave me a camera.
i hold it like a frame.

i have this feeling everything will change
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(no subject) [Jul. 11th, 2007|12:11 am]
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An August morning,
in all ways. I hold
the lens in my eyes
with a sureness
it is morning; I am alone, and all
morning I will drink coffee
half-naked answering
myself, answering
augustly, honored.
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(no subject) [Apr. 29th, 2007|12:56 am]
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as a child i was taken
with a painting of ophelia
drowning. a matter of habit
now, long nights underwater,
offering confession to the bare
bulb overhead, the traffic streaming
down boylston street in tears
from the march sky
from some polluted idea of god.
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(no subject) [Feb. 16th, 2007|05:56 pm]
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(slow glaze upon the edge's shutter)
some days grief feels like patience,
the looking in to what's empty
out of habit. metalheart,
metalheart, metalheart.

sing it again days before
all these may
birthdays cause
sore celebration
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(no subject) [Dec. 14th, 2006|11:48 am]
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march, frenzied being; many forms flail,
fail: the end of the tale comes, matter
being meaningful too much to end, so
much in truth it becomes (the cycle into
despair/ disarray/decision, and back again:
pendulum: cumulous silence, collected
rainwater, ticketstubs, birthday cards:)
saying what i mean is just that it's so
much too much and o god, i wanted the moon to swallow me.
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(no subject) [Dec. 10th, 2006|06:15 pm]
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december takes marks dearly made
with a grain of salt and wounds; have we spoken
light upon this cage? how we hold
pain is differently, mother.
i am not yet finished with its sight.
necessity, mother; microscopic
stiches like commas were fluttering,
fracture implicit in the whole - reaching
a kind of beauty that was not simple, did not turn away.
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(no subject) [Dec. 2nd, 2006|08:20 pm]
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if you take what you know
minus the season it happened
to alight. if you take on numbers
symbolically: sheep, mistakes, sobriety.
the blue chip means ninety; the time
is light, familiar, meaning. march is
a march like all other marches. why is
this ___ different from all other ____?
take symmetry, for example.
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(no subject) [Nov. 30th, 2006|01:59 am]
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your dark runs doe-swift and undoes the day.
i am an archer with a limping heart again,
taking aim. your dark's a folk song, its bones
a gray powder, its skin easy to slip.
i wear my mother's dress and shame,
tie bowstrings with apology. history
speaks low and lies a wind against my arrow.
by may i lie
exhausted with an empty quiver.
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