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 Jun 2015 kab
James
My coffee
 Jun 2015 kab
James
The smells of caramel, citric fruit and bread being licked by flames,
The colour. Black. Deep and rich. As if it was oil taken from the ground,
The taste is different, bitter, and earthy, contrasted by molasses, and sweet almonds,
This is how my day begins.
 Jun 2015 kab
Passius Ashe
bread
 Jun 2015 kab
Passius Ashe
i'm gone to the store for some bread she said
with her suitcase in her hand
©  Passius Ashe   2001, 2015
 Jun 2015 kab
Annie
The World Spins
 Jun 2015 kab
Annie
Tell me your troubles
And I’ll tell you mine
And meanwhile the
Great world spins
We are artists
En plein air
Your impressionistic strokes
Coalesce into a formless
Gray corona
Beneath the sea.
It might be a shark
Or a porpoise
I will never know
Until it rises to the surface
Will it eat
or draw breath?

My strokes are baroque
A tenebristic composition
Of dark and light tones
A bee on a peony
Your eyes fall to its
Barbed stinger

Show me your soul
And I will show you mine
And meanwhile
It’s all an art
On how we spin things

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