Ghost of Scissor Dances Past: Fat Chance, 2006

#scissordance #collage #collageart

Ghost of Scissor Dances Past: Rock, Paper, Scissors, 2005(?)
Peek-a-booed for sensitive nudity
#scissordance #collage #collageart

Ghost of Scissor Dances Past: There is a Tide, Or*, Taken at the Flood, 2005
Peek-a-booed for sensitive tidal nudity
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*“There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.”
― William #Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

#iamcinnathepoet

Ghost of Scissor Dances Past: The Kabbalah of the Unspeakable Torah, 2005
Peek-a-booed for sensitive nudity
#scissordance #collage #collageart

Ghost of Scissor Dances Past: Written In The Book Of Life, 2007
Peek-a-booed for sensitive statuary nudity
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Ghost of Scissor Dances Past: Monkey Shines, 2005(?)
Peek-a-booed for sensitive neolithic nudity
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Ghost of Scissor Dances Past: The Tooth Fairy, 2003

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Ghost of Scissor Dances Past: The Artemis of Insomnia and the Milk of Amnesia, 2007

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Feel this.

#scissordance #collage #2005

A friend suggested I post older work. Do you feel it now?

#scissordance: ὁμοούσιος

I love you mom. #mothersDay #motherandson

I found some #classifieddocuments in an old #collage journal. Should I call the FBI? #collageart #scissordance #poetry wasn't enough.

I found some #classifieddocuments in an old #collage journal. Should I call the FBI? #collageart #scissordance

In Her Eyes #scissordance #collage #cutandpastecollage #postcard *A Scissor Dance is a collage cut and pasted the old fashioned way, with scissors, glue, and a stack of old magazines. This is years and years old. I found the .jpg while looking for another.

I confess not every poem I write or artwork I create is true to the strictures of inexplicability and ambiguity, of this disease of mutable meaning. I occasionally explain, make explicit, make my meaning known. Sometimes it has to be done. For that I apologize, to my muse and to my audience. 4/end

Have some art: #scissordance Superposition without Explanation, or, Schrödinger’s Carrots

I confess not every poem I write or artwork I create is true to the strictures of inexplicability and ambiguity, of this disease of mutable meaning. I occasionally explain, make explicit, make my meaning known. Sometimes it has to be done. For that I apologize, to my muse and to my audience. 4/end

Have some art: #scissordance Superposition without Explanation, or, Schrödinger’s Carrots