The Show Tell Project

For Seymour's Fat Lady

Music Mash: Nico & Sammy Slabbinck

by fyarlgiles

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I’ll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don’t know
I’ll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you’re home

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you’re twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
‘Cause I see you

I find it hard to believe you don’t know
The beauty that you are
But if you don’t let me be your eyes
A hand in your darkness, so you won’t be afraid

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you’re twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
‘Cause I see you

“I’ll be Your Mirror” by The Velvet Underground & Nico

Artwork by Sammy Slabbinck:

http://society6.com/Imass/The-Discovery-of-Modern-Art_Print

Lit Mash: Her Sexual Awakening

by fyarlgiles

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She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of the sun, and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all came to her. She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace, and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight. So this was a marriage! She had been summoned to behold a revelation. Then Janie felt a pain remorseless sweet that left her limp and languid.

Zora Neale Hurston Their Eyes Were Watching God

Artwork by Leigh Viner

http://www.etsy.com/shop/leighviner

The Lonely Man’s Monster

by fyarlgiles

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His fingertips

made numb by the chills of solitude

reach out

to feel her body writhe.

She is  a cold, wet snake under his touch,

slick and yielding like clay.

Whispers in the stale air agree

that she is a decaying wretch.

Still,

he seeks her spoiled heart

and her cloudy eyes

to save him from seclusion.

“The Lonely Man’s Monster”  by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: “Utentes Adormecidos” by Hugo Barros

http://society6.com/hugobarros/Utentes-Adormecidos_Print

Paradise to Keep

by fyarlgiles

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A piece of Morning dove in

to splash my chest with fresh sea salt.

I ran my naked fingers over her

belly

swollen with rainwater

but soft,

for she was cloaked

in wispy cotton

clouds

and flecks of broken sun.

My head was plain

before today,

but its flame has been rekindled.

For she will forever

wriggle playfully between the dips in my knees

spreading sunshine over

my brown bones

“A Piece of Morning dove in” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Sarah Cruce

http://www.society6.com/sarahcruce

Sour Fog of Stolen love

by fyarlgiles

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The maiden has an appetite

for the sour fog

of stolen love.

For those

 sickly, amber winds that

chide her bare heart

and

make her feel crooked

in the knotted night

where she dreams,

restless

and alone

“The Maiden has  an Appetite” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: “Vinagre” by Hugo Barros

http://society6.com/hugobarros/untitled-DrH_Print

Birds in Heaven

by fyarlgiles

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Birds in heaven

twinkle with every blink

of her mind’s eye

their luminous  bodies

drift into

 murky dreams

and rinse away

the filth of fear

so that her visions may rise

“Birds in Heaven” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: “Koppe” by Hugo Barros

http://society6.com/hugobarros/Kppe_Print

Bad apple

by fyarlgiles

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She looks sweet

but she’s rotten to the core.

Artwork: “Wild Wilhelm Tell Collage” by Marko Koeppe

http://society6.com/MarkoKoeppe/Wild-Wilhelm-Tell-Collage_Print