I am an interdisciplinary artist, poet, educator and folk musician. This page is for my poetry. There are some strong themes, some funny stuff, some sad motifs. Just letting you know dear reader.
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Ultramarine
Why is everything so blue?
Blue tint
Strongest hue strength and lightness of blue
All the shadows are blue violet
The night sky deepest indigo
Down to the horizon line
Invisible next to the burnt umber of the land.
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