i captured the moment
cupped hand over hand
from what comes afterwards
and you captured the sun's magic on your shoulder
trapped glistening and obedient in soft down
and the warm breeze made the field of grass
bow and pray that it too would never forget
I tell stories from life fragments - arranging reality flat upon the page until it shows signs of order. Recently, the process has been here in this public space.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
the teacher showed me sketches he had just finished:
undulating horizontal layers of sand and earth - purples, blues and pinks -
a pastel landscape punctuated by pillars of green and deep brown
impossibly thin lines of infinite blackness defined
the vertical spaces made of flesh and bone, life and death
undulating horizontal layers of sand and earth - purples, blues and pinks -
a pastel landscape punctuated by pillars of green and deep brown
impossibly thin lines of infinite blackness defined
the vertical spaces made of flesh and bone, life and death
Saturday, March 3, 2012
katherine
Katherine walks out into the common room -- eyes wild, pupils inflamed with fire and anger -- seeing what others deny.
Her swollen breasts lay on her equally swollen belly. On her dark belly, an even darker line marks, "This is where life starts over."
Following a script no one else can read, she moves like a shadow across the room.
She walks around to my back. With a delicate finger she utters and burns a curse against my skin as horrible as death.
Her swollen breasts lay on her equally swollen belly. On her dark belly, an even darker line marks, "This is where life starts over."
Following a script no one else can read, she moves like a shadow across the room.
She walks around to my back. With a delicate finger she utters and burns a curse against my skin as horrible as death.
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