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.
Tag: love
In the Fires of The Forest
Tonight,
my mistress will cough on fumes of annihilation
as she dreams of me in my fine silk gown–
strolling through the flames
of monday dawn
-unscathed-
with a soft embrace
nestled in my pocket
for her to keep
until her time
has burned away
“Sweet Dreams” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Face of Glass
Once,
I slipped my hand into the pocket of your winter coat
and found the stolen slivers
of a woman’s scowl.
I put back all
but
an eyebrow
that bends effortlessly into
ocean
and sky–
it can be pinned on
in naked moments to
erase
all signs of me.
and
Though it bites
with the dull pain of a rotting tooth,
I cannot bear to live
without it
“The Things We Keep” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Barbie” by Jordan Clark
I am you
There is a mountain
betwixt the hearts of lovers
That cannot be climbed
nor eroded
by the prickles of hail
It sits
through iron-willed blizzards
and roaring fires.
unshaken.
unmoving.
None have tried to break it
or tunnel through it’s chest
Instead, they dream right passed it
and so
it falls
to dust.
“Betwixt Lovers” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Ayman Zedani
Lit Mash: Her Sexual Awakening
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
Paradise to Keep
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
Sour Fog of Stolen love
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
Birds in Heaven
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
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