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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	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
	Another Day by Jan Sand Time calculatesWith the smallest particles of moments.My clock spits minutesIn its assault on my life.
	Touching Finality by Jan Sand The faint scent of death pervadesLatter days.There ar
	Balance by Jan Sand The sway of come what mayThat swings the sense of everything
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