Flowers grow through my window and I love you again

photographed more older paintings for my store last night, fighting a cold... slamming down tea... up next, berry 
:)
i am hanging my show at palmers today... looks like the opening will be next week... probably thursday... but i'll post for sure when i have the exact date/time

Luck by Charles Bukowski~

once
we were young
at this
machine. . .
drinking
smoking
typing
it was a most 
splendid
miraculous
time
still
is
only now
instead of
moving toward
time
it 
moves toward 
us
makes each word 
drill 
into the
paper
clear
fast
hard
feeding a
closing
space.