Nascent

•February 20, 2017 • 3 Comments

There is a scent
Of sun and summer
I’ve tried so desperately
To capture
This year it has come early
That smell of cotton
Crackling
Under ultraviolet slivers
Stretched on bedsheets
And a heady breeze of greens
Simmered
Slowly
Southern
This new nostalgic mix
Of daylight crisp
And earthy meal
I’d like to wrest
Such better words
From wafting feel
But all I keep as I breathe deep
Is nascent possibility
At best

-a.r.

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Painting by Lynne French, available at Lynnefrenchdesigns on Etsy

Sheets

•February 10, 2017 • 7 Comments

 

He prefers the sheets left all messy
Ellipses in his story
She liked
Her bed made
P e r i o d
One dot sometimes three
Full stop turns to free
An invitation to keep right on dreaming

-a.r…

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Painting by Vladimir Kush

Temperate

•February 7, 2017 • 2 Comments

The radiator clinks
Like pebbles in a tin can
Clanking out a Morse code
Warmth is coming
Settle your soul

-a.r.

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Photograph: Orchid & Radiator by Matt Zory

Forsaken

•January 10, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Dear dove, the raven she
Was written out of history
Dried the land
For fauna free
She bore both light and mystery

-a.r.

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Artwork: Undercover by JL Gribble on deviantart.com

Winter Sun

•January 6, 2017 • Leave a Comment

The winter sun
She smirks this day
Shrouded by cloud
Her edges blur
To spite her burn
She bares
A sultry silhouette
And wears with quirk
The gloom of moon

-a.r.

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Artwork by Chrissiecool
On deviantart.com

I Remain

•January 4, 2017 • 4 Comments

These days I stay
Hungry
Not so far from
Starving
All knots and gnawing
I keep myself
Burning
No chewing just
Churning
All hips and ribs
Thick skin nonnexistent
Biting
Only backbone
No clean plate
But slating
So all I taste is drive to be
Alive
And waiting
Until my next real meal
These days I will, I will
Remain
Unsated

-a.r.

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Painting by Leila Ataya

My Hands

•December 5, 2016 • Leave a Comment

My hands pressed flat and steady
Willfully still and splayed
Against the cool hard surface
Of my wooden waiting desk
I see an outline forming
From my steam and body heat
A lingering impression
Of unflinching fingertips
I choose this crime of ration
An offering of monument
I wait arrest or inspiration
My palms and prints as evidence

-a.r.

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Photography: I’m Fine, by Corah Louise

 
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