He’s a Shakespeare of sorts, demented, plumed, and proud,
but he answers to Quixote when no one else is around.
A Shakespeare of Sorts
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This gentle soul came into being this past Christmas Eve.
But of course he has always been with us.
And it’s not hard to believe he always will be,
Or to conceive that love, is all, we need.
Christmas Canvas — 2018
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Christmas Canvas — 2018
2010
From Primitive: Selected Drawings in Pixel, Pencil & Pen
I look more like this drawing now than I did then.
Winter Sun
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Winter Sun
Canvas 1,228 — November 23, 2018
If I had not fallen from my horse
she might never have licked my face
hay on her breath
ice through my back
a shout to the hearse
at the edge of the pond
go home our tongues are on fire
“If I Had Not Fallen from My Horse”
Poems, Slightly Used, January 28, 2011
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If I Had Not Fallen from My Horse
I remember working on a story once for eight days, with the steadily growing realization that it was bad. But I stayed with it, and when the story was finally done, it was even worse than I’d thought. Eight days. Hours and hours. Time spent. Pages and pages, into the bin. It was grand.
Canvas 1,227 — November 3, 2018
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Eight Days — Canvas 1,227
Pizzicato
What larger thing
in a smaller space
than that which
proclaims
the heart
Poems, Slightly Used, May 9, 2009
Canvas 1,139 — January 18, 2018
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Pizzicato
2017
Canvas 956
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Granite, Grace
2017
Canvas 961
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He, She, We, Night, Day, Say
2017
Canvas 1,038
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Shared Eyes and Sympathies
This is another of my favorites from Primitive, although it would be hard to explain why.
Is it, perhaps, because the shoulder of one is the mouth of the other? Possibly.
But then there are the eyes, which, for half a day yesterday,
Followed me around the room. “My card, sir.”
Almost Einstein
2010
#2 Pencil on Index Card
Almost Einstein
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William Michaelian 