It’s assumed that of all of the colours, Blue’s the most misunderstood, for where Yellow is mellow and Green is serene, Blue is the absence of ‘good’. To some, Blue’s a feeling of sadness, hence why they say, ‘playing the blues’, but imagine what colours I’d sing of, if you spent one day in my…
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The Incredulity of Saint Thomas
It began with a tree and a garden in the palm of an ardent Creator, who gifted the world salvation, before man had recognized his fall. Beauty among us. Truth before us. And in a moment, paradise lost. Until the hour, when upon a cross made of uprooted garden, He became the atonement for our…
Ray (Based on a True Story)
Your name was as it sounded-a candle in the dark,to guide me through the tunnelslifting melodies of larks.Rejected from fine Julliard,you swayed as you played Bach,when they offered you bravadoshould you flourish with the flock.“Alas” they said, “you’re talented,but must step into place”,when they noted that such movementswere preventing you from grace.But you, just like…
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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…
Prayer (A poem based on Adam Elsheimer’s ‘The Stoning of Saint Stephen’)
Based on Adam Elsheimer’s ‘The Stoning of Saint Stephen’. Prayer Lord, Repeat in us the assurance that this house is not our home, that no harsh word is without consequence, and that no trial stands without divine reason. When, rooted in our heart, the longing to pray for strength comes to the forefront of all…
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 the 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…
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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
Right Handed Rhymer 
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