Marc Arthur

There is a garden in the dark hunger of his psyche where forbidden fruit grows.

Ripe fruit in sweaty socks; soft eyes, stained and suffering in the origin of consciousness, and a…

Playwright and performance artist Marc Arthur paves a color-saturated path from 'awake consciousnes…

Masked men prowling in the bushes and not touching anything but satin, dandelions and flesh.

Secret number... secret shape... knower of the secret name... God of the realm of night - I summon…

The Vagabond...what does he seek? - ask the River, ask the Wind - but don't ask Him!

A hell of a lot more of you through a keyhole!!

Be careful when you go out into the surf in a skimpy thong... the current can be treacherous and tu…