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For You
Photo from pinterest.com if I could but dance I’d lead you through waltzes round rays of the sun and speed you through polkas, mazurkas on end if I could but jump I’d pluck the bright stars to...
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Damaged
“Speeding Train” by Ivo Pannaggi a train runs through my brain it rattles the glass of my spine driving payloads of pain across tracks of dark neurons that spark in black cracks of dead bones it...
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Eiffel Tower
Painting by Karen Tarlton iron wrought from rebellion a pylon to gracefully pierce the blue skin of the sky an inaugural century carried by elegant lattice and truss to the heights of new history...
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Casus Belli
“Confrontation” by Werner Drewes (Regarding the Charlottesville protest violence) which is the twitch to trigger oblivion knobs of maniacal red yellow green black and white flashing lights insane...
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Beginnings
“Pillars of Creation” – Photo by Hubble Telescope Secrets of creation hide deep in conflation Of science with faith, of corpus with wraith, Discrete bits of essence, immune from senescence, That mark...
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Glass Acuities
“Day of Glass” by Erich Heckel sand and ash plain ideas made from granular thought come to bond in the heat of intelligent fire transformed in that singular chalice of bone conscious crucible...
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State of War
“Looking Down the Trail” by James Pollock hours fall heavily in parables of flesh breathing labored and drawn from black wells fouled by wild suspicion sighs rise and converge in a violent dirge...
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An Opioid Moon
“Manganese Moon” by Ann Craven underneath the round gaze of an opioid moon he suffers no sleep kept apart from his dreams of a painless old age held in place by the icy blue bonds of a wintry despair...
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Fake News
“Diamonds and Lies” by Brenda York above the treeline voices carry forever circling the globe every lie ever told weightless words shallow breaths of thin air lifted swiftly on currents corrupt in...
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Donne Died Too Young to Know
“The Island” by Oznat an old man is an island reduced to himself to the hard wretched crags and the desolate soil of aging cut off from his yesterdays oceans of time span the distance to lands of his...
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