It Is Before Me, ©2014. Digital Image.
Category: In-betweens
Easter, Chimayo
Easter in Abiqui, ©2014. Gouache on cardboard.
What Are Wings?
Up Here, ©2014. Photo.
A Response, Mend A Better End.
Star-crossed, ©2008-14. Ink and acrylic on paper. Prologue Any pair of lovers might find their fate star-crossed. What might mine have been had my kin put a period at the end of the paragraph in the last chapter of the book of their life, so full it was of mutiny and strife, and not left… Continue reading A Response, Mend A Better End.
Lament for the 8th, but held.
April 8th Lament Weeping seeps forth from the radio, in a single violin note drawn out long, the resolution of a woeful melody bowed on wounds still uncauterized. An aching echo reverberates in my deep well. Here lies the origin of sorrow for those gone before and those yet to go. The poignant pitch awakens anew my singular fact: I… Continue reading Lament for the 8th, but held.
Full Pink Moon, April
Full Pink Moon, April, ©2014. Photo.
Mother Dishwasher
Self-Potrait with Cabin, ©2008-2014. Dishwasher Last night’s leftovers luxuriate in the sink. Dirty dishes, unwind in bubbles thick as cumulus clouds, play footsies with the forks. Take me away they say. Steamy water blandishes the sludge from a plate of family life, coaxes peanut butter stuck to spoons, battles the resistant forces of the coagulated congeal in a forgotten cup. It bemoans its miserable… Continue reading Mother Dishwasher
Fragment of a Memory
Rips, ©2014. Digital collage. Desperate to Find You Gas sputter, click, click, click of the igniter, kettle on and whoosh the fragment races by me and I leap to catch it like a comet’s tail, a shard resuscitated from a dream of you long gone. Lost you were by the ocean. Desperate to find you,… Continue reading Fragment of a Memory
for my sister[s]
Sarah Figlio, ©2012, 2014. From Be the Beach Be The Beach Where the water meets the sky is the constant flux the perpetual possibility the made and the remade the molded and the malleable. Immense this potential non-lymphate— unequaled. Resolve embedded in a body constituted of liquid— changeable from ice to ether. Today tranquility moves without effort— seductive as a… Continue reading for my sister[s]
What A Poem Can Be
Magic Solo Cup, ©2014. Photo. A Moment Without Lament I am happy today to have learned that a poem can be a moment that it need not be a lament even if I am lamenting for that would only make a lamentable moment for you my reader. Sarah Figlio, ©2014.