The sum of art is a mirror a lens of creation the artist biography the situated paint is a story [pause] color plus art plus context and were the poet the artist [what is color to the poet] the fallen leaves beneath the snow I assume [I assume] and it were music for the wind […]
Fairy Tale Museum
When I was a girl I lost my virginity but I still have the box it came in. We had a young rapist for a gardener. I don’t know how I knew he was a rapist. It was _________ watching him rake the leaves without his shirt. Having a young rapist in the yard doing […]
The Ware Collection of Glass Flowers: Trial Specimens
The box is full of shattered glass. Imagine pink and whitish-pink glass shattered in a box. Another box filled with shards of blue glass— blues suffused into slivered petals streaked with lavender or cornflower-clear enamels. Another box filled with pulverized glass the shade of green glacial ice in full sun. Another box filled with powdered […]
False Portrait
Those aren’t blemishes they’re characteristics of Victorian glaze she appears open & closed the eyes squint into the mottled light lobsters are hilling in a crystal bowl the table and the walls are blue it keeps getting better there are no doors or windows to this room full of eagerness & restraint he will come […]
sits for Alice Neel again, the sun, long bent on the sill, now stenciling his body through old lace. She cleans up his ankles from last week, seeing to the skin’s enraged green and a yellow, laid into with a knife, that looks like what wells at a lantern base. Isn’t it a little on […]
from Heterotopia of the Valley
◊ Is the newness of unused pillows wrapped in plastic symbol for a good future, are they hopeful instruments stacked like unwanted days, weeks, years pass, increasingly there’s no room for us to stay because the fantasy of what’s to come is more important than us being together in the present I want to kill […]
What A Baboon Can Do
It was the smell that scattered them. That stink of strange, new bodies—so thick you could hardly remember what the air before had smelled like. They ran for the trees, climbed up and hung close to the branches. Once they were up there, they couldn’t sit still. Silence would kill them. Stillness signaled the end. […]
Windows on the Natural World
This is a framing device The heart, nature A gif of restraint Only the implication of desire can be conveyed through my motionless hand over my motionless heart Hanging in there the all kitten depiction of cultural revolution pictured in the restaurant of my youth a glass and brass table flipped The wet fog, the […]
Night Fun
The lake did not begin easily. For a foot it was sand and then five it was rocks and then after, it became sand again. This was the nearest beach. I was pulling off my bodysuit. On the hanger it had been crisp as a soap opera hospital. Yet when I’d pulled it on its […]
Nightstand
go home winter you’re drunk this room I am in is a room I’m not sad I’m on fire great blue eating I’m looking for a word upheaval maybe that’s it when light echoes through the necklace and I see lace in a window calling me to trash my room smoke it out so stars […]
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