Sticks and Stones, ©2014.
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O’K Abiquiú
Abiquiú, ©2014.
Easter, Chimayo
Easter in Abiqui, ©2014. Gouache on cardboard.
What Are Wings?
Up Here, ©2014. Photo.
To the Land of Enchantment
Big Cloud Roll, oil on panel, ©2013-14. Heading to the land of enchantment, New Mexico…land of the ancients, the soul alive in the Earth, the path to the mountain, the pinion and the sage. Sharing from this trip and ones past in the days to come.
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.
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.
Waterlily Fire
Waterlily Fire, ©2014. Ink on inkjet photo paper. Waterlily Fire for Richard Griffith 1 THE BURNING Girl grown woman fire mother of fire I go to the stone street turning to fire. Voices Go screaming Fire to the green glass wall. And there where my youth flies blazing into fire The dance of sane and… Continue reading Waterlily Fire