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There’s a nail on the wall -tilted and pocked above some half-chalked sketch of a man paying no mind to the chrysanthemums. He, who makes no fuss about the lights being on or off, stills in the room that studies his window, and welcomes us with the same worn-out expression we oblige. Out of formality…

Memento Mori

Tell two artists to create life in words and what you’ll receive in a pulse will be enough. Living begins when we see that every person passing through harbors a story we do not, has a solution to some problem we have yet to realize, is the voice for one lost and the encouragement to…

Heather

Based on ‘In the Grass’ by Arthur Hughes. Heather Sing to me of scarlet skies and I will paint you a valley, sealing your sigh in my wind. One, where on topaz mornings, I might look out onto restless waves and see in their rise, a reason why my heart skips stones. -Amy Struthers

Here, Besides

Based on ‘Woman with a Parasol Facing Left’ by Claude Monet.   Here, Besides In cleansing a pigment-encrusted brush, who turns their nails to scrape the clay-colored sands and play with the corals that sprout from a cup of clouded sea? Where blue bonnets can be, who dares to wash a wonder that is a…

Home

Based on Egon Schiele’s ‘The Border of the city, Krumau’. Home I fashioned a home from stones I found along the way- those placed by the riverbeds and collecting rainwater in emptied fountains. those in hollows atop mountains and those from the hatbox of my youth. How humbling fell the words of Ruth, when once…

Stable

Based on Paul Delaroche’s ‘ ‘The Execution of Lady Jane Grey’. Stable I imagine the Savior of the world, when in seeing the hands of our lowly estate position lambs such as Jane for the slaughter, so mourns the suffering of a daughter whose blood will be spilt upon a tilted altar and served in a…

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Based on ‘Venice, Moonlight’ by Christopher Williams. (Untitled) Strong arms churn in what a copper basin can hold, sloshing coral-colored flesh into a drum of decay. Lapping almond-scented slips under a bed of clay, blackened peonies depart from parched lips. – Amy Struthers

Class

Based on Harry Willson Watrous’s ‘Sophistication’. Class A regal spout as positioned to reflect the visage of an upturned, porcelain nose. In a parlor where a five-lettered furnace glows, gardenia-grains shift inside of a milk-white bone. It’s petticoats worn on a petty evening and the call of an embroidered egret. -Amy Struthers

Pallet

Based on Erich Heckel’s ‘Windmill, Dangast’. Pallet A tomato paste barn shivers in a jug of wind as a bashful beaker drips cool currants down its side. It’s Clyde in a common setting forgetting young Dale and the rattle of nails sharp enough to silence planks. It’s Joseph in the ranks looking for Lottie in…