William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Vincent to Theo, Letter 133, July 1880

. . . What shall I say? Do our inner thoughts ever show outwardly? There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke coming through the chimney, and go along their way . . .

After Van Gogh

After Van Gogh

Primitive, Pencil on Index Card, 2009

Even at this distance / how we are alone / together / is / certain / to define us.

April 2, 2020




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