Sam Rasnake, a sardonic twist of fate, is a pathetic excuse for a poet who once dreamed he was a human who dreamed he was a teacher who thought he could play guitar. Along the way - a soul-mate, two children - one collection, Necessary Motions; three chapbooks, Religions of the Blood, Lessons in Morphology, and Inside a Broken Clock. He even thinks he edits a magazine - Blue Fifth Review.
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OH! Thank you, thank you. Talk about collective unconciousness -- I was just leafing through some of her art yesterday. Gorgeous photo.
what a great photograph of an artist who was art herself...in every which way of living
Brilliant photo. Thanks for sharing this.
Indeed brilliant, Sam, and Ihad never seen it before.
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