I sit alone in a crowded room. Couples chat in unison. No heed is paid to me, as I contemplate and view with melancholy heart these pastel images. I see the cardboard figures cut to adorn this room, from which sounds and laughter do emit. I hear the thoughts of mind and mindlessness as they speak. I view the tapestry of sounds and voices. each thread unique in its artistry. Each is woven so as to remind me of places I have been, people I have known, and I marvel at the mystery of it all. Steve Hodgin Copyright 1996 |
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"Painting Over" |
When mountains bleed and skies recede and turn from blue to grey when hands of fate obliterate the paint on metal spread the scraper will eradicate til all our dreams lay dead Steve Hodgin Copyright 1997 |
"Alone in a Crowd" |
