Michael Douglas Jones

Art calls your name from across the room, then whispers certain secrets when you come in close.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Sunday Morning, 1957

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Sunday Morning, 1957. Michael, Jeff, and Bruce Whenever I’m in my Jeep and on the road, my soundtrack is playing, even if t...
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Wednesday, March 13, 2013

The Last Summer

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Kids; The Last Summer (Michael & Bruce) I was eleven when we moved to Lock’s Corner, halfway between Fredericksburg and...
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Sunday, January 27, 2013

Writing Poetry on Paper Clouds

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Written Receipts for Paid Attention January Crow by Michael Douglas Jones  ©2019 My poet heart is writing on a pass of pape...
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Wednesday, December 12, 2012

12/12/12

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Written Receipts for Paid Attention Carolina Wren 12/12/12 by Michael Douglas Jones     At 12:12:12pm on 12/12/12, I sat on...
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Monday, December 3, 2012

All the Day

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#Reverb12 All the Day a composite photograph by Michael Douglas Jones All the day, at every hour, the travelers wish, a...
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Sunday, December 2, 2012

Winter Rest

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Reverb12 Waiting by Michael Douglas Jones Patient, stands the empty vase in winter, waiting for the summer blossom. ●...
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Saturday, December 1, 2012

Perhaps Tonight

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#Reverb12  How are you starting this last month of 2012? That Last Day composite photograph  Death’s ice hand, scratching...
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