Tag Archives: Artwork
It is both pleasure, and an epitaph to pleasure, at the same time. When the phenomena occurs and the colors run and slash and slit down upon me in ravels of deluge. Spring-green, shell-pink, sky-blue, bled-red, egg-heaven, grief-yellow. I, a … Continue reading
It is the mouth birthing a blood-new kiss that begs gravity’s pardon and raises lips to an impossible arc.
It was his mantra– Hurry slowly, syllables resigned to vigil.
Man’s crisis of faith, bailing, fiercely, flames and dearth– How to birth perish.
Birdless solitude, Winter’s song, slow, deep, solemn– Musing upon spring.
Mother, without your touch, blood-lush access to eternity’s grasp, I am rudderless, and adrift, in a world that shits on innocence. ………………………………….. Daughter, without you to hold, a promise illumined into love’s totem, I am sunless, and moonless, a stray … Continue reading
There will come a day when, unplugged and remote, you dissolve and slip gently between the veils, so much mist needed for mourning’s soft focus into grave clarity.
Servicing joy’s turn, feet pray upon fertile ground– Grace, joined at the hip.
Bated hints of squall, narrow longing to ascend– where do the steps end?
Shuttered, close to mute, street’s ebbing pulse, gently clasped– painter’s cede to blue.