Textures and Huesby Merrill Farnsworth I did not choose the texture and huesor build the loomI simply entered the world.Fate chose the fabricspun from tumbleweeds and tornadoes,carbon black creeping under windowsillsburnt orange flames licking the skylike tongues of thirsty dragonsreaching from the belly of the oil refinerywhere my father staked his claimon a bright futureContinue reading “Textures and Hues by Merrill Farnsworth”