By Strider Marcus Jones you stay and growmore mysteriosobut familiarin my interior-with voices peeledfull of fieldof fruiting orange treesfertile to orchard breezesoaked in summer rainsso each refrain all remains.not afraid of contrast,closed and opened in the pastand present, this isolation of Hopper's ladies,sat, thinking in and out of ifs and maybesin a diner, reading on … Continue reading Hopper’s Ladies
Academy of the Heart And Mind 