This is an old Singer sewing machine sitting in a grassy field between Tatum and Bledsoe. Evidenced still, a finely constructed work of art. It is taking years to decompose back into nature. Non-electric. I believe, one pumped a trundle at the bottom, ground level with a foot spinning that wheel to turn with the energy […]
Read MoreMASKS We all wear them— different ones for disparate occasions to avoid feeling truly naked. We don one to show to loved ones maybe it’s a smiling mask but not always. We’ve another for the various people we work with; some see one mask others another. Some feel they see beneath our mask; others may […]
Read MoreLooking east from near the AG building at NMSU. Strolling the campus, these clouds seemed stolid guards over the alma mater that day, possibly hinting of rain. Though the only moisture that day: emotional, edging the eyes, held back tenuously as these clouds probably held back their burden. Visiting a suffering friend in a nearby hospice, a brief […]
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