Resident Artist 2: David Arthur, No. 4
Resident Artist 2, No.4: MOONBLINDS Tired bodies, jostled hair and a pool of sweat remind me the moon watched us dance last night. Eavesdropping at your exhales while I painted the canvas of your…
Resident Artist 2, No.4: MOONBLINDS Tired bodies, jostled hair and a pool of sweat remind me the moon watched us dance last night. Eavesdropping at your exhales while I painted the canvas of your…
At The Asylum by William Wright Harris I wake up for poetry. My poetry has appeared in twelve countries in such publications as The Cannon’s Mouth, Poetry Salzburg Review, Ascent Aspirations, generations and Write…
Swimming —— At Twelve Ribbons of leaves provide shade out back where my grandmother likes to rest on a chaise lounge. I comb her whisper white hair without hairspray anymore, without the curls…