The shades enter and leave each frame in unexpected ways. Being human means being part of the projection. I’m a visitor, here for a while but then off to somewhere else, wearing the body and everything that goes with it. The accessories make us think this is who we are, but they’re just borrowed trappings cloaking the penetralium, tight-fitting suits we have to wear until the ceremony is over.
Oh Rose thou art well. The invisible worm, Who flew in the night In that howling storm Found sweet forgiveness For your crimson joy, Climbed out and flew away A much happier boy.
It’s all a collective memory shaped by a planet of dreamers living inside themselves, waiting for release.
Fueled by sun buffeted by air higher Water climbs higher and til seizing a speck of dust and then each other They freeze into hexagons of ice unique in shape size altitude. Finally they succumb to Earth’s siren call. Snow F A L L S . A tumbling billowing mass of white clutching sleeves eyelashes branches erasing colors. Flake clusters meet the river, instantly dissolve, rejoin their polarized molecular brothers
You left your mark like a prehistoric cave drawing. Unseen, undiscovered, permanent. A message understood only by the one who created it. You created a masterpiece. Beaten, bruised, bleeding, inanimate. To you. Leaving nothing to remember you by but a stain, faded, never gone. Violence the medium that stenciled you onto me so cruelly. Memories inaccessible but my body, like a cave wall, will never forget. *** Amy Menkhus is a
I fought my battles I did my time, I did it well Bitter memories of the hell I lived. Broken dreams and broken men Are all behind me now Many miles I walked alone To stand on one last hill. Now I see the desert, my journey’s end. Add one bloody green jacket, All I have. Don’t ask my future or my past Just see my jacket It’s all I
