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Waking Up . . . Or Am I Only Dreaming?

Most of what we call reality falls into a range between the trivial and the transcendent. At one end are the details of waking life. At the other end is what really counts.

Woman On A Dragon’s Back

A Song Of Survival

Journal

Sitting on the backsteps, the wind whipping against my bare skin. I am surprised, again, by the night and the way it makes me feel a part of the silver silence cleaning up the day’s details of heat and activity.

the last days of sammy hustle

Pharaoh Blue

Sunday

Photographs By Gary Thaxton And Enrique Vega

Gary and Enrique will be exhibiting a two-artist show at the Southeastern Center for Contemporary Arts (SECCA), 750 Marguerite Drive, Winston-Salem, through October 28.

Black Holes

The Man Between

Hunched over the typewriter, one eye on the clock, I’m eternal, and I’m sweating it out. Then space opens its fist, I’m neither in nor out, not who I imagine, yet imagined by my Self. The hum of things continues. I’m the kiss of life — if only for this moment, to this moment I’ll cling.