Paul Haeder: the last photographic plate tainted with tears of missed sunrises, burning orange lifting pacific shells of turtles from depths she kicks sand back to eternity
Paul Haeder: The house is sky burled with wheat penetrating winds, light with stove lids open, wolves in the night standing down stars, a glacial weight on their world.
till birth of a nation spectacle for those with skin in the game dogs of war penthouse polished overflowing trash their children yacht it up Martha’s Vineyard Kennedy Bush Trump Obama Captains of industries MilitaryIndustrialComplex lords of war MBAs in engineer’s garb, slide rules decibels researched stun guns for the masses better to die on […]
Paul Haeder: Outsider artist savant, held to inside ceremonies, cutting images through corridors of twenty-four hour pacing, moments frozen now old man, four-year old, cowering, towering old man pummeling,…
Paul Haeder: I will continue the fight, all the laurels thrown back at the undeserving, so many of the punishment and superficial class seated in their fourth grade educations (like Mr. Trump) or limelighted in the heat of the reckless “higher halls of academia” highlighted by the media monsters that are in the back-pockets of the millionaire and billionaire class.