Tag Archives: red
Small, slow kiss, followed by lips mowing soft petals– How to eat a rose. Advertisements
To paint a blood-sport, matador, faring no bull– dark, in need of stars. (Artwork by Mark Rothko)
The weddings didn’t come off, for either one. Limbo, reciting their grief, and frozen recoil, held them aloft, sisters annointed by a rogue strain of etheric default. (Artwork by Linda Stojak)
Bidden by tatters, and gravity’s mutable arc, the palpitations guide me. They are subtle, duly engaged, a milk-slow run of shivers. Bracing the rim, I peer out of cavedark: everything is sudden, color-soaked, a ferocious din and melt, fringed shawls … Continue reading
Man’s crisis of faith, bailing, fiercely, flames and dearth– How to birth perish.