Tag: poem
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Light Dreaming
Light Dreaming, paper collage, 2021 i mean in terms of syllables this memory is an affliction like a sky that isn’t brave enough to bloom there is no ladybug, no misfit planet to walk in only these consonants which sprout up in every waking direction wings of the gods at their feet Art prints for […]
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A bluebird is a sonata.
a bluebird is a sonata seems to say life is its own reason for living the pitcher on the table is filled with wine slabs of pomegranate shore salted over and over again eaten like warm fruit
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Lost Without Words
Lost Without Words, paper collage, 2021 middayor,a palm treein absolute movementa butterflyand an infantryracing throughsuburban streetsbecome enormousat the mention of their entwined realitythis is and is not a gesture of sudden extravagance:a seashell and a monument a dense underworld of dandelions thathurls itself through the foot-holes of spaceis an unblemished metaphorfor a life worth living
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The bicycle spins madly on.
(a new poem with a previous ending) never fear the end there’s no way you were ever here, anyway a bicycle in a galaxy a palm tree lost in orbit an old man sees himself in a faraway mirror there’s no here so nothing matters says prayers plants flowers on the moon weeps for a […]
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At Eleven, My Lover’s a Moon
how much is too much? the anatomy of a driving car a mandolin with no rain at eleven, my lover’s a moon his favorite t-shirt’s yellow he spills coffee on the eggshells of the great cosmic mystery this might not sound significant but it could be if pigeons were paragons of infinite sadness if rainbows […]
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Woman with Hummingbird and Clock
Woman with Hummingbird and Clock, paper collage, 2021 to photograph the face of a woman who has no face, but a world buried deep in an exclamation mark as if to say, “this desire is my body” the native wall vanishes a poem germinates from the grimace on her forehead vertebrae of time hummingbird wind
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Still Life with Apple Tree
Untitled, Woman with Tree, paper collage, 2021 being. portrait of nonbeing still-life with an apple tree tied behind your back thin paper nose back arched like a self-tied knot infatuated with pianos, maybe, or waking up gently to the thrill of chrysanthemums on a Tuesday morning (with dew) it’s the kind of scenery that writes […]
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Coda, Or the Curious Octaves of Lily Pads
they say the hour of the elephant has ended the curious octaves of lily pads are asleep on the beds of imaginary rivers (mellow, green, with lofty perfumes of herbs and fresh candlelight) i hope you’ve enjoyed this time between planets the sacred meditations of snails philosophers retro-emotional sunflowers …breathing in space breathing out bouquets […]
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The Invitation
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 […]
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Venus Flies at Night
Salvador Dalí, The Hallucinogenic Toreador, 1968-70 Venus flies at nightrugged-faced androgynous as a whistlea cactus breeds listens with two heads at the same time(a bit like walking without sunshine)perhaps a better woman would have squeezed the worldno. a better woman would have told you happiness is singing with your hair downin spite of all the […]
The Used Life 