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…

Biography

Based on ‘Sad girl’ by Miodrag Miljkovic. Biography Rare is the one who bothers to ask a burnout brunette about her day. Or why she has nothing to say when stories are steaming inside her. Whether or not her cat kneads the pages that keep her warm is of little consequence to the crowd. Whether…

Johnsy

Based off J.E.H. MacDonald’s ‘The Tangled Garden’. Johnsy When paths aren’t all that tangled, and dreams are spun and cast, and bushels aren’t as fragrant as the gardens we have passed, will you still sing of Behrman, when you rise to note what’s last? When some boats aren’t that sturdy and beaches boast as grand…

Drift

Based on Caspar David Friedrich’s ‘Wanderer above the Sea of Fog’. Drift Is this the way the world is? A slow sail onward or a deep breath in? A cloth fin to the side of a wide wind compassing home or the froth of forgetfulness blurring into an amber horizon? -Amy Struthers

Moonlight on 7th

Based on Joseph Christian Leyendecker’s painting ’The Violinist and His Assistant’. Moonlight on 7th Who could imagine a tree  singing of heaven  in an uprooted forest or the Actaeon of ambition  daring to quench his thirst  with a sonata that waltzes on glass?   Here stir the sonnets of broken bars and the metronomed soles…

Study Break

Based on Frederick Judd Waugh’s ‘The Setting Sun’. Study Break Who can write a poem when they’re about to crash or as inlet eyes lull the act of fishing for words to sleep? The motions we keep with the tide, next to the stickered-up steno with its wide mouth agape and its blue lines bobbing…

Jeanne

Based on La Rêverie by Renoir. Jeanne Who would believe that dew drops could birth dimples or that the hope of spring could stir the lily that is my daughter? The water to a forget-me-not field, reaching towards the sun, with the gleam of its warmth in her eyes. My surprise, when in seasons I…

Sole

February 7th: Based on Van Gogh’s ‘A Pair of Wooden Shoes’. Sole I asked of the cobbler, “Is it possible to craft a soleless shoe?”   to which he replied, “You’re a thing of possibility as tied to a body that carries. Who bleeds what is not red and sleeps on that which is not…

L’Arlésienne

L’Arlésienne I gaze upon the Madame so long as admiration permits, hoping by a small chance, she may take note of my heart-like hands and steady the beating of my banal brush. This mystery, who mutes my madness and tames the tenebrific chuckles of a feverish mind. Imagine how richly I could paint the heavens,…

For Juan

January 31st: (A response to Cornell’s: A Parrot for Juan Gris). Started: roughly 8:11. Finished roughly 8:55. In my dorm.) For Juan Who said that parrots were pretenders or that this world smiled when he did? You… custard-lipped Bramante, perched on your notions of ‘would’, when will you learn that digging your maltodextrined talons into…