Dice Game

He was on his knees. Back crouched down so that it was only a bit above horizontal. His hands were pointed forward, but his arms were close to him, tucked in and forming a natural armor. His range of vision was just enough to see the moves of everyone in the game, and whenever any... Continue Reading →

Pavane pour Emile

What is art? An artist who does not wrestle with this question has yet to be born as an artist, and one who has stopped, has died. A ceaseless search for the truth. Each poem a reflection, each painting a mirror, all held up to man, so that he might see his own face. Tonight,... Continue Reading →

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