Part II: Abstracta

When I lived in Denver I took a part time job working at a fine arts gallery. It was a large gallery that carried a variety of art forms. We had paintings, sculptures, mixed media pieces and even a small section with local folk art. When I was alone in the gallery I’d run my […]

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Anatomy of an Apology

So, you’ve come back from the dead. You’re sitting in the back yard in Denver watching evening fall as the late summer breeze eddies in your empty spaces. There are gaps in your body now—things blow right through you like someone tried to put you together without looking at the instructions. The pieces that are […]

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