

When black rocks grey in its arms there ia a calmness to be had, a kinship mixed in the eyes as sight jump from one to the other. Look and you shall see it hard around the world
I stared off in life as an artist butI haven't done any art work in the last few years. Now with the computer I am back in it. What I am trying to do is use words as form and reduse them to an object. To hear me reading some of my poems go to davidepatton.blogspot.com and strow down to the botton of the page and click on the player. At this site click on the art to enlarge