Like a fleeting humanoid apparition in the dolphin tank at Seaworld, TJ as a psychedelic stingray of love whispering to mystical mother-Mary blue-fairy candy-girls:
"Right now imagine YOU are underwater,
in purple-blue hexagonal lagoons under a triangular moon...
There in my dream,
she is the wave-e-waif of underwater willow trees,
hair swilling sweet streaks of sleepy sepia,
deep beneath the breeze of cinnamon seaweed seas."
Walker's Point Center for the Arts, Local Solo, April 6, 2001.
Photo: Doug Krimmer