Tragedy always celebrated, In all forms of art, Pain glorified, Accepting with open arms. The fuel behind the artist, Bringing the art in them to life, Lives of real people, In exchange for the life of art. But what about the tortured, But still alive,…

HOUR SIX An artist- a graffiti for appraisal a solicitous effort to mend a chaos White noise- a concoction of idiosyncrasies and vulnerabilities. How to break this inertia? Graffiti languishing in a loop- not a loop of Henle but maybe a loop of Karma? You…

You see my mouth … Funny little smiles, Between each word. My friendly nature … Or hiding the fear, The sadness.   I look into your eyes… Dark brown; Skin light brown. You find beauty… In my white skin, Like fresh snow. You tell me…