 Photograph by Reka Jellema. Taken September 2014. Untitled. EMILY (Inspired by "Young Woman on the Shore," a painting by Edvard Munch) once her dress her dress was white pockets filled with snow and ice her dress its hem was endless a sentence by Dickinson sewn on a scrap small hands gath'ring a view condensed haunted by the doubled-edge of solitude, and reams of braided words that seemed a soundless stretch a depth of blue her girdle fast like a finger band a gasp cinched in a sachet a cricket caged in a locket round her neck round her hair a ribbon of red an ache escaped its lacings and clasps undo this knot twined 'neath her breast Listen ~ Her wrist pulsed slender threads a beat beneath fingertips her wrist her wrist her dress was white 'twas pockets filled with snow and ice she walked in winter on the frozen lake she pictured the thawing she saw she saw the harebell field stared like a sea dense like a promise, a splayed memory With Kathryn Ross and Brendan Bonsack By Reka Jellema, Kathryn Ross, and Brendan Bonsack October 2014
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 Photography by Reka Jellema. August 2014. Untitled. This flesh I found,
a fresh spot in the sonorous decay, in rotting paint, the kind that strips down to bare plaster at a wink and balks when you eyeball a window pane or lick graffiti from a fence -- You know of what I speak, O soulful derelict, my mate-- The sort of wall that crumbles at a touch, moans a little much for the slump of the over-stuffed love seat: This is our place. A petrol hole We filled our tanks surveyed the mileage, held fast to the knowledge nothing is useless. Scrap metal and street chalk, a dust bin frottage mounted on remembrance. We like to look. We like to look, to book a flight Below us, sprawled in neon light Erotic City, a homing device Or so the rumours murmur, mouthing and lapping one another slick and sticky with what may or may not be. Inspired by the words and art of Louis Hawkins By Reka Jellema October 2014 |
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