Cerberus, thy muzzle gleams immaculate from filthy shadows. Between thy ears an orange Pentecost blooms:…

after Ferdnand Leger One must have the audience on one’s side. So that when one…

after Robert Delaunay Stars oppose their circuits to the pale rain and wither, brittle cores…

after Willem De Kooning The unconnected structure of weather the heavily tipped foliage that struggles…

after Nicolas St.-Stael Where this is. Casual, its hungry grace: uneasy or merely damped down,…