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…
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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…
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…
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…
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 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…
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…
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…
Right Handed Rhymer 
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