excerpt from Marsha Cottrell's "A Black Powder Rains Down Gently On My Sleepness Night, 2012"
(seen at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art)
I couldn't sleep. But that was nothing new. It seemed to me I hadn't slept since the late nineties. So I lay on my side, hugging the little nobbly pillow I'd brought back from my parents' house, and watched the dawn slowly bleach the curtains (taken from "True Things About Me" by Deborah Kay Davies).
excerpt from Robert Bechtle's "Potrero Hill, 1996" (seen at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art)
last photo by Eugen Braeunig
What delight..art, words and E's photograph! You are the MUSE!
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