Running, running, running
Passing by people
Hearing pieces of conversations
“I used to wear heels like that”
“That’s how they do it, I guess”
No money, damn it! You're an anti-intellectual!
How much did you pay for that dress?
Running, running, running
Past people,
Along streets,
Too fast.
Cursing, gasping, spitting
Why am I always late?
Old man time is an asshole!
Gasping, huffing, spitting
I can’t, I hurt, it’s too much
Damn it
Gasping, aching panting,
Slowing, slowing, slowing
Stopping
Walk it off
-Dimitri
(I had the pleasure of having Dimitri composing this little gem while sitting around my apartment yesterday. -Jim)
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Monday, December 10, 2012
Monday, November 19, 2012
Josh Paints a Window





I love seeing him paint. Looks like it's fun on the window. I also love seeing his concentration and eagerness here.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Found Art - Anchor

Walking in some ruins in Natural Bridge State Park in Adams, MA, I came across this painting stenciled onto an old piece of metal.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Thursday, October 4, 2012
The Thunder
The thunder spoke to me today.
It said
I will rumble across the sky unabated,
ecstatic.
Roll on
through eons of time
through your physical form
opening your heart
and I will show you love.
-John Bauman
It said
I will rumble across the sky unabated,
ecstatic.
Roll on
through eons of time
through your physical form
opening your heart
and I will show you love.
-John Bauman
Categories:
John Bauman,
Poetry
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