sometimes she hummed to herself as she walked, and other times she listened quietly to the songs inside her. there were all kinds of music in her thoughts. some she heard over radios, and some was in her mind already without her ever having heard it anywhere.
we walked across old railroad tracks and watched a red crane sweep a truck from the bridge. we peeked through tears along a fence and found hidden gears and scraps of metal. ...a secret place i like to go.
i painted ten pictures of the same shape. hot pink, dark green and blue. the shape is my apartment. each composition represents the different ways in which i move through this space.
...to having to face the fact of a warmth and a glow and a delight flooding up from within, dictated by no external copy but existing and developing and changing in its own right, as a result of what one was looking at.