search for me
in crisp, light flakes
of ash
that perch
on sills
beneath the bludgeoned clouds,
for snuffed out fires
always warn
of my suffocating
steps
“Now, You See Me” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Judgement by Anyes Galleani
Tag: Arts
The Female Gaze
our
pleasant
black
faces
are pressed together
under a veil
of chalky peach
that drapes over your sleeping spine
and my
shivering shoulders
to protect us
from open air
and honesty—
Every day we dress
like dolls
with cherry cheeks
and nodding heads
because you are a daisy
and I am a tulip
and we
live only
to be
seen
“The Female Gaze” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: Spectrum by Lucille Malkia Roberts
Art Heap: Video Killed The Radio Star
Electric Kid Collage by Marco Koeppe
Baptist Weenix Collage by Marco Koeppe
The Products of Media by Filmut
Keen by Cardboard Cities
Really Rad by Michael Harford
Evolving image
woman i was
am
will be
sleeps settled
in the river’s cool bed
to escape the frenzied burn in
her
mine
our
aching unhinged head
“Ophelia” by Meaghan Merrifield
Almost through
unraveled hours
languidly dwindle and dim with the lengthening of the day
twilight loses its luster
dusk impatient
departs before dawn
yet in hours ignored
dark swells in innocent admiration
still enchanted by far off forms ablaze
the scent of summer slumber whispers in the wind
so when days are done
the old enduring earth
attempts again to become something new
“Almost New” by Meaghan Merrifield
Half full of holes
Poetic short film Half by Alex Bohs utilizes a split screen mirroring effect as well as color filtering to accentuate how inherently different each of us processes the same place. How the lenses, constructed by our experiences, through which we experience the world around us shape our existence.
Art Mash: You Have Something on Your Face
jaws heavy with swollen tongues
fall into smiles of stupor
heat flushes faces into blurry blends
yet the rubies violets peaches and maroons
settle and inevitably cool
teal is well suited to time
in it’s watery wisdom
and the end
gracious and refined
reflects fondly on
the beauty of the blend
“Beauty in Blend” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Charles Wilkin
The Way She Painted Me
This is the way she painted me
with
sloppy brushstrokes
of indigo
and cloudy-white.
—- messy holes
that spread
and leak
into
marbled splatters of nose and eyelid.
It looks nothing like me
but
when I touch her,
I can feel it
sweating into the pores behind my eyelashes–
staining my sight
like the horror of a bloody
ghost.
“The Way She Painted Me” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: No Sudden Movement by Nina Schroeder
The Show Tell Project 