Daily Archives: April 22, 2019
“She wanted so to be tranquil, to be someone who took walks in the late-afternoon sun, listening to the birds and crickets and feeling the whole world breathe. Instead, she lived in her head like a madwoman locked in a … Continue reading
.. we’ve borrowed Orion’s belt -sander, Icarus’ wax and wane, the silver-tipped nibs of these immediate stars. it’s quite a stretch, this lunar etch-a-sketch , but we hope you’ll read it, …………soon. .. In April, we poem.
we scribble tiny syllables and tuck them between these bright petaled teeth, unsheath our quill-swords and pen the truth in praise and song. they long to be spangled in our word-skins, I think, saturated satiated in wee-stemmed ………………..ink. … Continue reading
.. What a relief for you to caw me your truth, written in -visible ink on this ridiculous sky. .. In April, we poem.
.. This poem is drawn ……(and quartered) in charcoal smudge and the sludge of lily pad glee. Stretch her in pencil-thin lines, out-of-time strings, the long lost things at the bottom of your artcase. Place her cloud-shy in a … Continue reading
.. We never knew what we were looking at until the colors filled in, neon bright against all that black. Rooster, rainbow, turtle, clown, king – the only thing we knew was these tiny spiky sparks could create a … Continue reading