Poem

Poem There once lived a young boy named Poem, who didn’t quite know how to rhyme, who fancied the fields and the flowers, his mom felt he’d sing of in time. Young Poem liked rowing and painting, and took well to Latin and Greek, Yet, for all that he grew, both in mind and in…

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

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,…

Proserpine

Proserpine An empty incense burns beside anemones upturned and beckons for the beauty in the alms that were adjourned. Bequeathed to Death, as if to Life, the curse of Myrrha holds the remnants of remembrance by the seed that stains her folds. An alabaster artifice is all that’s left of love- A portrait of the…

Bird on a Wire

Bird on a wire, do you know how to love or are you predestined to favor the dove? -Amy Struthers

Ben and Jane

He was Ben. She was Jane. Two children in a class, not knowing what was growing with each paper that did pass. He was Ben. She was Jane. Two pupils in the hall, drawing hearts on crumbled charts and letters on the wall. He was Ben. She was Jane. Too shy to hold her hand,…