Symbiosis.

She looks at a Poem-Painting

“The walks of Saint Cloud

                      are open,

the eyes of the fish

                       are closed.

Remarkable basins,

                  you give me ten years.”



Kelsey St. Press

that.

                     melt that body resin

                     out of the night sky.

brush stroke

demons skin summer applecore

didactic eye candy

seaside hydrant lions mane

eloquent delacontessa

grot-strap carbon armchair

purple graze shotgun suck

bells burst apart novas

triangulated beauty folds into a heap in the corner

sequoia-arched turtledove bow round the center

parts of the hold.

Put air between your teeth, below your feet. Sink’s exploratory fish hook, rambunctious, etched ou(t) of white lace.

Piece with god and his pair of dice drawn to the warmth of a fire and a collectible hammer of lilies. Floural oceans--
The child, the child. The drunkard is drinking, the photographers do heroin. Man/Not- Man slinging frosting fit. Blurred flourish Thumb-Power!

Kammacozi man—babushka. a bag full of bones, I like blind pianists with their noses of weasels. Zen lionist, scar of water, magicians in petticoats. Summarize on the inside,
fleety
like anchored
gunpowder

a-swing in salt.

Avenue Montaigne.

music by:

François-René Duchâble

May.

Dear friends,

Posting has been slow the past few weeks because of other commitments, but May will be filled with wonderful poetry, art, and stories from local Chicago artists. It is my hope to mold this blog into a house for other talented writer's work. If you or anyone you know is interested in contributing original art of any kind, email me: mborey@luc.edu.

Keep an eye out for upcoming posts showcasing brilliant new, and original work.
Be excited.

circles.

(cutting circles around circles I cant believe you just did that
circles around polite shirt shards during our “little” talk about women.
Harley, cornmuffin, red graffite on Paint-Pusher, this is not jumping.
the high school lockers. Stolen so do I, up-for-a-laugh.
angel territory, abongo kneecaps granite green giraffe lips behind your back
connection. Going to Sears to take four at a time, your voice is getting higher
pictures for grandma? name flashed you greasy man, Merl.
on a scoreboard, bunny in the high I don’t have boom lambsnake behind
beams and somewhere there’s a we thought you left object respect
Debbydirvey. pet rocks in the sediment of the pit.)