Painted.Sparrow.

But the thing about the heart is
It beats with no instruction from the mind

—Hammer, Dry the River

Ask me then and I’m almost sure I’d say

A hand, a turn of shoulder, some voluptuous

Bend of playfulness kept inviting my caress

Those days I talked of truth and beauty.

It was your expression. Those eyes that welcomed

Without reserve. Open-faced, so much a brother’s

Keeper. It’s a though we surrendered each other’s

Freedom, freeing the other the more we succumbed.

It was years later I thought of Dante’s Beatrice,

And how once you’d chided me for making fun

Of an old man. Who knows what he’s undergone? 

A face is filtering light from beyond a face.

You’d seen transparence in a stranger’s infinite

Gaze. I moved into your light to see the light.

—Micheal O’Siadhail

our venue in Winkler, MB

our venue in Winkler, MB

You be David Livingstone, and I’ll be his African heart…

—Jon Bryant

I thought I could pick-up pointe again even though I don’t take lessons anymore… it is too complicated… there goes that idea.

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