Saturday, September 27, 2014

A letter writer's bay...

...fragile and vulnerable,
humbleness requested,
 a soothing place for anyone,
like St Paul,
who feels like a castaway...






Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Summer growing numb...

...and I can feel it day by day now.
It is a good time of the year,
a bit of slow motion,
with space around and having time to talk,
the island so present,
with all it´s faces of light...
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Friday, September 19, 2014

A point of constant return...

...to this almost painful silence, 
echoes in ears, 
a language with no words,
sitting down listening,
to what comes up...
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Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Skills for tables and floors...

Have bought her work for years.
Making beautiful things, 
using an art piece of machinery,
on the island of islands...
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