Richard Aberle Florsheim

And Rocks That Shielded Broken Branches

Or Marched in Rhythm Through a Gathering Darkness

While Visions Weighed Him, Crushed and Speechless

On Seashores Heavy with Approaching Storms

Nets

It Was a Sensation at the Biennale

Bolofinsky Always did say that Someday the World Would Catch up to Him

He Enjoys Doing Large Lithos

Beacons

Incandescent City

Oil Wells

Sea Light

Crowd

Urban Metaphor

Last Light