flicker in, fade out a spark is all I need, just a taste of heat and I’d ignite back to the inferno I once was. pour me into your veins, nurse me
Day: January 6, 2023
Three old men on the bench at the edge of the square lean against the frescoed wall of the restaurant all evening long listen to oak leaves bristle under the swarm of starlings who rustle in at dusk. Hands
You are memory. Unstable, volatile, vaporous. I spread clay across your skin until you exist in solid form—a monument. Before this clay dries, I locate a place, a corner perhaps, to create a small opening, an aperture allowing your
I pick you up my white-haired woman creased and milkless & toss you far into the future where you will be spared rage & resignation the slow strangle of depression & unbounded
it has the feeling. not the feeling, but the square root of it. there are moons everywhere and they are tender to the touch. it is all very geometrical, isn’t it. god would say this; would remark on the geometricality.
At sixty, I pee all day, and sometimes at night. I say, “Sorry,” to my wife, as I toss covers and the cat for the bathroom. If I’m lucky and drank beer before bed, I may go even more.
Marwa Mohamed is an artist based in Connecticut whose main medium is photography. Starting from waiting out a storm to get a picture of lightning on her phone, to keeping a camera by her side to snag moments from
Emily Rankin was born in Riverside, California and attended university in Texas, where she received a BFA in 2011. Her body of work deals with the tangles of emotion and understanding, and the intuitive messages of dreaming and subconscious
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