Jan Sand

I was born in Manhattan, New York, grew up to the age of 12 in Brooklyn, and resided until the age of 36 in Manhattan. I took a degree in industrial design at Pratt Institute and worked in New York until I was designated field man for a New York firm for an exhibition by the US Commerce Dept in Helsinki, where I met my wife. Since then, I worked in Berlin, Paris, Tel Aviv and in the USA.


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	Descent by Jan Sand At night, in the field of darknessWhere an old mind tosses bright memoriesLike an emperor’s entourage flinging flower petals,The currents of nostalgia move and swirlIn edd
	The Inheritors by Jan Sand
	Talk by Jan Sand There comes a point where idle chatter over things that don’t really matter,Civilities that tolerate the insensate, talk that prates out of the politeConsiderations of weather, hea

	Words and Pictures by Jan Sand
	Tongue Tied by Jan Sand Herding words to perform tricks,Acrobatics into ballads, rhymesThat twinkle into good times
	Foggy Blues by Jan Sand Here is a morning fogThat rises from the snowTo inhabit head-tall spaceIn lightless glow.
	Serendipitous by Jan Sand I breathe, I smile, I walk a mile,I cook, I look, I sit a while.Lots of things that can be done,Can be a nuisance, can be fun,But, professional, these a
	Letter From The Warmer Regions by Jan Sand This guy in the other pit.He’s got a better demon
	A Finnish Merry Christmas by Jan Sand
	Anthropoforming by Jan Sand
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