A sentence felt way laid
A sentence without a horse.
It is a mend that to distribute
with send
A sentence is in a letter
ladder latter
Birth with birth.
me.
Invert these feathers
I want skin made of cookware
a pastry face
turn out these voids
shaved into smooth fragments.
sugary thighs
twisted like lipstick over a mirror
I wrote this message
into your palm, tongue-quiet
full of crumbcake.
what a muse. I have made three ink drawings so far... more to come shortly. The sabbatical from making has ended. Now back to the verse too.
The school year has been inspiring, despite the expected frustrations. So many new ideas with lessons, methods, art, experinces. Feeling less drained and more rejuvenated. Soon it will be time to start traveling again.
California, Boston, Oregon, Cape May, DC
all of these things.
