Category: Artwork

+

Cycles

Try harder, little moon. The world is a pearl 

+

From the Lanai

The cloaked mountains make my breath smile easing up against my eyebrows like a wiggly exclamation mark caught up in chimney smoke destined for the highlands. I forget to breathe. The moon wears her silk gown this afternoon trailing the sky like jet stream; women whisper after her wherever she goes. Men trace the edgesand those in between wear for themselves the splendor. Spectacular, truly, the vines caught swift amongstthe bird … Read More From the Lanai

+

Sunflower Sutra

Bonding like rose glue, like snagging a glass of water before it leaps to its death the still small rise of the holding hands movement. One smileis a thousand muscles; one living being the seed from a thousand trees. We were domesticated late. Some say not at all. But I think they are wrong — I see a dependency too great for the swift ocean floss that curls around bare … Read More Sunflower Sutra

+

Pathfinder

A crowded smile in the middle of the street. Waiting for someone to come pat me on the neck and get that blood flowing. Faucets of lifedrenching the crosswalk and not a soul crossing—Lost and found on a Sunday morning. What a time to remember being born, to taste the earthinessof wilting sunshine between low coastal fog. Do the leaves always scatter so, tossed like halloween candy from an … Read More Pathfinder

+

Thus Should Have Ended Our Travels

dust bidden and stronger for itwith arm muscles wide enough to carry the coastal world upon untired shoulders, an indefatigable grin lightly on the brow. Yet be it that a swooping wasteland  came to knock the rubber right off her rampaging, unlimited upon the full scope of the soul. Broken. Sorely borrowed.To become cowards in moments like theseis the real pity. To raise the chin once more and begin again … Read More Thus Should Have Ended Our Travels

+

Tall Orders

A horse and her rider lay prone on a glassy hill. Trace a finger down the slope and we come to TheBase—which in this case we may simply call The Problem. The horse keeps her head down but the rider sits up, placing two shiny palms againstthe slipperiness of the hill. She sees something like the aftermath of a supernova, the early immigrationsof the English folk and realizes—deeply—where … Read More Tall Orders

+

Raw Materials

Every tree in the orchard dangles ripely, unjustly dripping luscious fruit the size of four hands. The imposter sits, supremely still, in the midst of it all and gazes upon the garden scene. The kale is full to overflowing; the carrots are digging a well for themselves; the rabbits have compounded labor for a new wire fence and the imposter gazes down at her hands. These hands? Only two hands. What’s the … Read More Raw Materials

+

Mona Lisa’s Dog

Not many people know it but Mona Lisa had a dog. 

+

Blue Jays

Tough. (I don’t feel tough though, my tongue is on the gritty floor and covered in dirt anddebris from a weekend of debauchery. I don’t feel anything other than tired.) I’m told the blue jays mate even when they’re dying, as if evolution could not hold a reverent bow for the last breath of an angry bird. Supposedly that attitude was in the contract I signed a year ago, though the … Read More Blue Jays

+

Honestly

From destiny comes our definition for curiosity — ragged dog-eared library books waiting for the reshelving, theoretically loved but abusednonetheless. 

+

Masquerade

Blow and above the great cloudline puffs  digging heels in the volcano craterlittle tail wrapped neatly along the coast. It’s been an age since I’ve seen it donebut there the birds go again

+

Rhapsody of a Geode

Grace dissolves the graceless rendering rock stone againbone again time and time again I coat the palms of my hands with a working class mentality. Having made this I forget what to do with it.