The Invitation, paper collage, 2020
the crow, the shunted earth a detestable paradox, i’d say a man, the shadow of a man could have been anyone. i am troubled by his stillness, his lethargy of mind a woman, face like an amber moon begins to move & wonders if she is a messenger or a fool outside her window, the blue desert cries harvest & black tide. she eats of the vine & dances with wild mechanical air watch her arms full of silver watch her hips & what they say of me shifting greedily amid meadows incalculable stiffly opposing their arrival
I originally shared this collage in September 2020. (It was on the homepage for awhile, so some of you might remember it.) As I was sifting through artwork trying to frame a concept around this poem, I felt The Invitation was an appropriate fit. So I’m sharing it again.