by Janet Gardiner | Jul 25, 2017 | art, poetry |
I lived in a valley. I live in a valley. The sun sets on one side and rises terrifying On the other The mirror shimmers that shaky reflection Back to me Trembling in the predictable gusts of wind On the surface of the stream She stares with hollow, black eyes...
by Robert Lee Haycock | Oct 5, 2016 | art, photographs, poetry
It was in the Old de Young the Grand Girl gone for fifteen years now so figure twenty we were mounting an exhibition of Wiley’s work full of dunce and wizard caps, violin ‘f’ holes, pieces of maps, fastidious lines, luminous washes not to mention a wrought iron cart...
