Many Mansions

“In My house are many mansions….” I stand between the house and the apple trees at midnight. A full moon makes exits and entrances on night’s stage– As Victorian night scapes romanticize in paint and mother of pearl Surreal moving locks of dark portent and...
Images Come First

Images Come First

When I was exhibiting in Paris, and writing as many poems as I painted pictures, I wrote the following: “Images come First” (a poem by Peter Stilton) Images come first. Language leaves us with a thirst Images live in juxtaposition Language speaks with...