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New series I'm experimenting with... Two more in the works with the potential to migrate a bit. This one is watercolour, 7"x7", and loosely based on a refrigerator poem I wrote using Shakespearean magnets at a time when I was a bit more bitter toward love and was in such a state of mind that crouching for twenty minutes on cold tile seemed an excellent idea.*

Neither unkindest breath
Nor sorrowing flesh
Shall plague my mind this night.

'Tis some frailty in thy part
For reason braveth kinder men than thee:

Never hath ears strained so sweetly
For such lies of valour,

Never hath eyes kissed my name
Unto thine own night's sleep.

Thus, a world of errors
Liest before our parting,
For on the morrow, we will cut this dream to nothing.

Description
New series I'm experimenting with... Two more in the works with the potential to migrate a bit. This one is watercolour, 7"x7", and loosely based on a refrigerator poem I wrote using Shakespearean magnets at a time when I was a bit more bitter toward love and was in such a state of mind that crouching for twenty minutes on cold tile seemed an excellent idea.*

Neither unkindest breath
Nor sorrowing flesh
Shall plague my mind this night.

'Tis some frailty in thy part
For reason braveth kinder men than thee:

Never hath ears strained so sweetly
For such lies of valour,

Never hath eyes kissed my name
Unto thine own night's sleep.

Thus, a world of errors
Liest before our parting,
For on the morrow, we will cut this dream to nothing.