a dislocated shoulder away

twisted beyond reason

that enigmatic creature with transparent hue

through the clouds, on calm grey sea

castrated line

a touch at art

being, either one or the other

open-face, generous blue

you can hide but i can see you

exit the shadow, face to face with stone

crossed hands

ray petri

the mad cap laughs

vincent van gogh

phantom of a past injustice

sole inhabitant of the cold-porch

mirrors of silver

rapa nui

emerging from below ground, immobile eyes of dead fish