Tag Archives: ekphrastic

suspended moment

(a leaky bit of moonlight)   under a dark-haired driven threadbare quilted sky, driven bursts of clawing breath and the muted cry of unglazed small -boned crows dreaming murder, death – muffled blooms and fretful sleep.   .. Cool visual … Continue reading

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{Of words, and eggs}

Photo by Emily Blincoe   …   Perhaps they (the words, the eggs) crave ……..(kingdom, phylum, class,) order in some fiber of their being: shell, albumin, yolk. Or maybe they (these words, those eggs) enjoy the way we like them … Continue reading

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This Brushfire Bristle of Beard

      photo credit: pixbay.com .. .. It’s weird. The way things got all fragmented and strange, rearranged into less. I was whole once. I think. You see, it’s very difficult to say since the day the better part … Continue reading

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ekphrastic of nothing

  …  apropos of some small –things, this thing is not the thing. it is a fraction of the thing, yes. an ish. a tish and jot and tittle. perhaps from somewhere in the middle, or one end. it’s a … Continue reading

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Holding Demons at Bay with Her Left Hand

detail from Shelle Kennedy’s “Madonna of the Flowers” find Shelle on her blog, Etsy shop, and Facebook Her right one’s busy, juggling responsibility and freedom; song and silence, keyboard and keys. Counting toes and syllables. Keeping one eye closed so … Continue reading

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A Whim Away

The Sleeping Gypsy, 1897, by Henri Rousseau    …   Hakuna matata, my ebony foot. No lion sleeps here tonight, and I think perhaps I have played my last song to these whirling sands. Re -member me in bright stripes, … Continue reading

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