Tag Archives: My mind holds the key

Drone BOLO

I write in a sketchbook so I can say I’m an artist, a drone flying reconnaissance in my own life.   Be on the lookout. ~ RK ~ 12/31/13

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Ellipses Have No Syllables

It’s Saturday morning. Yesterday’s words follow me like untrained, anxious animals, bumping into each other and jostling for space. A dichotomy: Don’t leave me behind / how do I get the hell out? Continue reading

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“My mind holds the key … “

The end of a productive day, I come here and listen to Peter Gabriel and his song, “My Body is a Cage.” It isn’t really. So far I am ambulatory – a term that seems a contradiction, a term that … Continue reading

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