Art "The Dreamer"

"Dad listened to records with his whole body,"

"Now, it's time to wake up to the future"

"These invisible feet remember..."

"I need to be checked out / by that seeing eye

"January has two faces"

"Love is yoga in emptiness"

"She looks like a giant furry caterpillar in autumn"

"I see, and sweetly so, he still likes to drink and dance"

"I will plant seeds and try to stop thinking"

"I don't believe in losing hope"

"I will place that shawl back over your shoulders"

"the wind gushes her secrets"

"I weave for them an olive branch; I give 'em a seed of rain."

"just over that ridge"

"a gorgeous surprise of a life"

"Whose prayer framed the field"

"this is how the war begins / the one we didn't know we were fighting"

"I saw his eyes catching fire like autumn leaves"

"Around the corner /wide sky for miles /the land, yellow-brown and hard"

"Familiar curls of highway gleam in the pre-dawn"

"What do ducks know of redemption or grace?"

"These are our anxious cities and regions where lipstick cakes stain the sidewalks"

"These are early nights of rainy applause"

"Reach toward the sun like the grass"

"not stopping to feel the stings"

"The lullaby whisper of truth is best heard in the dark..."

"A pilgrimage of homecoming."

"Remember the early chapters when kisses were new"

"Handprints fossilized in rock commenmorate the urge in us that finally endures."

"Shock bleaches the path ahead."

"She hovers in earth's watery pocket."

"Dad listened to records with his whole body,"

"City lights blink like stars,"

"Meditative in its logic, the way love can slip out of itself like a door."

"Dim lights on and off, phantoms roaming about in the gloom"

"On that day he made something to eat, I made up my mind."

"This is what the mouth is for, the candles say, as they open like tongues for the living."

"I do not feign to understand the heart"

"coffee on the tongue with humus rich aroma"

ocean lullaby

"Let us say grace."

"Solitude, a punishment for his younger self, had become a luxury in endless supply."

"Now, it's time to wake up to the future"

"They were crying out for help, and no one was answering them."

"She feels discombobulated and claustrophobic in the body she now shares with trauma. It feels too cramped for both of them."

"Each branch on the tree had its own story to tell. Every rock had a plausible narrative."

"An elegy is more than a poem of mourning—it also lauds and honors the person who is mourned."

Painting, Acrylics on Canvas

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2024 Winter Issue 7.2