Before we became
pink
and mean,
We ran through freshly sprinkled yards
on summer nights–
and teased the misty breeze –
as
our sunburned noses caught the familiar scent
of wet concrete.
But in the holes ahead
were burnished, brassy pupils
warning of degradation
and pain.
Warning of the end
and the beginning
of us.
“Before 13” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Daria Hlazatova
She is the taste that leaves me withered
and sore
but still
My lips tremble in anticipation of her
I crave endlessly
her porcelain shoulders
slim and flushed
against satin sheets and velvet pillows
devour me
til dawn
til death
let me
inhale
all that you are
“Hunger” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Pledant:
marble bones
shuffle
as the ancient city
groans
“Rage Quake” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by tareco
the sherbet sky burns over the bruised mountains below
while the jealous sea thrashes about frantically
with watchful swollen eyes
and tired blood that no longer has strength to flood
legs stand
flacid arms fall
faint memories of when we
we were once able
to embrace it all
“Jealous Sea” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Life is a fragmented experience
A flurry unfocused
Art creates magnetic moments, drawing us in
pulling us apart
Simultaneously shielding and revealing
Pushing us to relinquish and reclaim
Opposing ideas meet
Brawl
then into one another they bleed
creating a truth beautifully cohesive
Artwork: “I wish I could fly” by Carolynne Coulson & “B&W” by Cassidy Rae Limbach
Thoughts of Meaghan Merrifield
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Artwork: Pink Primavera by Valerie Galloway
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“Mother”by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
No Room for Pierre by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
I started with the cartoon of the lonely, french babyman. When he was done, I noticed that his expression was very dreary and disheartened, so I added the tub filled with others just like him enjoying a group bath. The backgrounds that I drew ended up distracting from the absurdity, so I moved on without completing the piece. I really would like to blow it up and hang it in my kitchen one day.
The Show Tell Project 