What was that whiteness? Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something. R.Frost
painting
woman (series)
colorado monotype (series)
faces (series)
waiting (after zuñiga)
girl in polka-dot bikini
untitled
nana
If I could see myself/
I would see/
A woman in a doorway,/
Wearing the colours that go with red hair./
Although my hair is no longer red.
¨Anna Liffey¨ by Eavan Boland
beautiful
She sways like a branch in the wind, her beautiful/ eyes closed, and the tall thin bassist leans over/ to glance at his watch because she has been dancing/ forever, and now it is very late, even for musicians.
¨Questions About Angels¨by Billy Collins
