The Peach
March 22, 2018Blake’s angel, for all his winks and nods, Wouldn’t have it, though it hangs for having: Drop of down and blush quavering on the rim Of ripeness, playing at a fall.
Blake’s angel, for all his winks and nods, Wouldn’t have it, though it hangs for having: Drop of down and blush quavering on the rim Of ripeness, playing at a fall.
All that has gone before makes the now, somehow. Whys are sucked deep into the darkened spirit’s black hole where desperate reaching retrieves distraught questions from God’s battered children. Response comes in increments, not […]
[…] and plants and animals as sentient beings with spirits following commandments given them) we would lead the world in peaceful, responsible living.” Front cover: Autumn Brocade, 180 cm x 372 cm, gold leaf, silver […]
[…] in art festivals, juried shows, and exhibits. Her creative interest has centered on batik art, which involves the application of wax to textiles in order to achieve layered shades of color. I start with […]
Most of my life I’ve believed what these eyes see these hands can touch, that seeing and touching—being touched— ends when they nail the coffin lid on.
An old three-legged dog, whiskers whitening, coat black as the carbon of a starless winter night, slowly hobbyhorses along the cobblestone street near the park green and water blue of Gradina Cismgiu in graying Bucharest.
[…] lovely presence, a kind of lace on concrete. And so I do, mastering new arts which give the power to walk through walls, to skip through time, to spin— only with Christ’s help— hate […]
[…] smooth optical mixture. I “gather” the colors I use from many sources but mainly use the natural world as my inspiration. I carry sewing thread color charts and a notebook with me when I […]
At sixteen, I’m listening to the sounds of a fractured frame house: my older sister sobbing over hard news about a religious leader she has long admired,
Diaspora/diaspora Ours in theirs, Or theirs in ours?