visual art
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Momma Spider
The tenuous strings that hold her aloft Are of her own creation. She weaves them and deals them, Spins until she feels celestially secure. Strung between a hearty green branch And a wooden-panelled house, She softly sways against the pitch And fall of the warm-winged night, Silhouetted by the tiny icy stars That align…
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Neon Pharmacy
I know I’ve stepped on sands of beaches hit on all sixes; shot the Chicago typewriter mammy cradles Jazzbo to the living end near the villa I kiss his warm lips, tarot cards over dry lake beds near Missouri tugboats map my route wings flap like coattails as anchors fall from the sky leaving their…
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Pant Legs Protrude
Gritty sneakers, one sock, raggedy pant legs protrude from a soiled pockmarked box abandoned in a doorway the wrest of him slumbers hidden in precious privacy. Next door excited people queue up for a grand opening salivating for pricey chicken and waffles and the hullabaloo of musictangledchatter to numb conflicted hearts. Written By: Grace…
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Quiet Places
quiet places there’s something about walls and ceilings and their clearly delineated lines are rooms put together / constructed that way to give us the illusion of order providing a familiar / predictable space to come back to to exist in after spinning in the maelstrom of life ? clearly, they don’t satisfy every…
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Buckets of Rainwater
Proudly, he awakens his three youngest at dawn, they’ll share eggs, herring and tea. Zeb, his oldest won’t visit from his conscription in Sanai for another 3 to 4 months while an opaque gray of sadness clings to the walls and his wife Sedja’s ashes sit above the makeshift mantle, her lungs first, then…
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Our Backyard After You Left
The stairs to the backyard are dusty with un-swept dog hair. They cling to my footsteps as I run by; the need to follow still hiding in their genes. The chickens peck holes into the sweet nasturtium caging them in. An unlucky worm is found between stalks and chicken wire. The path to the…
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“my new friend”
“my new friend” don’t follow me like that with your sleazy saunter and those toned (bone-d) twigs wobbling wedges dollbaby dress hippie handbag and impossibly long locks the color of crows (screaming murder!) the color of cats, those black island cats, following me all over staring me down with eyes the color of citrine don’t…
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Advice for Modern Americans
Don’t let your children study abroad, Don’t let them go overseas. The things that they learn in the rest of the world Are things that can’t be unseen. Don’t let them work in a foreign concern, Discourage that class in Chinese. They’ll never get work at the Credit Union, They might also bring back ideas.…
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Honey Chicken Sandwiches
Honey chicken sandwiches and ramen make me think of you. Instant ramen, the ones you told me about as we were in a convenience store, that when you were younger you would get in cups and is usually a dollar but at the Indian market on the corner it’s $1.50, as you hand over crumbled…
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Sunday Sunday Sunday
Dad is too drunk to drive, so I take his keys and lay him into the back seat with a plastic water bottle. The sun’s beating down on the Sonoma hills and the roar of hot rods exploding down the track is loud. We will have to find out who won from the Sonoma Raceway…
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