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My Father’s Self-Portraits

on his Piscean road to Emmaus to pierce Kleio’s veil (and all other linear time illusions) to comprehend the Nature beneath nature, the Word beneath words, his Tao-fish heart double-frames found impressions: morning mist steaming off frozen Silver Lake affirms fire’s deeper breath; Canada Geese (warmed by thermal eiderdown) brooding over the peach-pink sun within…

The Project

The photo shows a man, neither tall nor short, neither stout nor thin, in a pale blue button-up shirt. He is somewhat younger than middle-aged, but based on the receding hair line and gray at his temples and in his goatee, not that much younger. His tie is perfectly straight, but his eyes are half-closed.…