Red Erasure/Riverís Edge


Red erasure mind becoming

a start to riverís edge. All cloudings

are full of sky breathing out of

its prisms. Laughter and spilled

wine imbued with one another.

Hieroglyphs awaken the cliffs

until a spark ignites the water

again. And drowns silent musings

of Monk at Birdland when Coltrane

was expanding. What made us

come into this knowledge?What

happens to music when it fades

into eternity? Surf, dreamlike, but

reflective somehow agitated red

& green by love by effort &

by chance.




John Olson

Roberta Olson

& Paul Nelson

6:52PM Ė 9.13.05