Dear Night

Is the robin resting, dear Night? Or is this hole I’ve fashioned into a home the source of a nest upturned? To think the cause of this silence yearned for what my leafless limbs could gather and this hungry beak could break. All for the sake of a white-picket birchbox muted by the steel I…

The Pursuit of Air

Breathing is just a dance with air which is why, some of us feel more of out breath than others and why our exertion bears a name as similar: ‘Winded’. It’s why our amazement is ‘breathless’ and why elation lands us on clouds- The sky, and the stars, and the streams and hills filling our…

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…

Elegy For A Spire

Like petals on the burner, the pyre of Paris ignites, forming in the throes of her death plumes that meld incense to ash. -Amy Struthers

Paper-thin Parchment

When I was six, I crafted a heart from glue and loose glitter on a morning, too far gone from now. At an age, where a cow jumped over the moon and sung of spoons I had yet to bend on plates, fated to be shattered by falling stars. Dear six-year-old me, trapped between the blank…

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…

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…

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…