10.09.2018

One New Essay

art: Tony Stella


New this month: I wrote about family, trauma, and hope in Guillermo del Toro's Crimson Peak. 

You can read the essay at Bright Wall/Dark Room or on RogerEbert.com.


Image description: A watercolor illustration of Mia Wasikowska in Crimson Peak. She levels her gaze at the viewer. Her expression is steady but unreadable.

7.02.2018

Two Poems at Yes, Poetry

"The Lovers I" by René Magritte


Thanks very much to Yes, Poetry for making me July's Poet of the Month. 

You can read my new poems here

(I'll keep on writing weird poems about art and trees as long as y'all keep making art and planting trees. Deal?)




[Image description: René Magritte's painting "The Lovers I," showing a close-up portrait of two figures, one in a suit and one in a dress, their faces touching but obscured by separate white sheets. Behind them, the sky is blue with a few clouds and the valley is grassy and green.]

1.11.2018

Rerun Three: Amaryllis

Photo by Bruce Barrett // CC BY-ND 2.0


Amaryllis
a myth in two weeks of text messages


0. Prologue
I had been planning to send a poem each night you were away. Then I walked past that really good lingerie store. So. I'll send your first snapshot before boarding begins.

1. 
The saleswoman handed me a velvet hanger draped with something outlandish and red. She nodded knowingly and vanished, leaving me white and incredulous beside the gilt-framed mirror. There was no price on the tag, only a name: Amaryllis.

2. 
The flower, like so many, was once a timid nymph. Timid and twitterpated with some beautiful boy. Some shepherd, flung far afield. A desperate Amaryllis sought advice from the oracle, who said

3.
Turn up the heat in heart-stopping, electric, fire-engine red. Gorgeous stretch lace cups offer structured support with hot satin ribbon detailing.

4. 
How pleasurable the afternoon half-hour spent sprawled on the comforter, arching alone to get the right angles.

5. 
Night after night the nymph appeared outside Alteo's home and opened her robes. Pleaded: Shepherd, see me. Pierced her bared breast with a golden arrow. Rained red droplets on his door.

6. 
You should have seen me, centering the lens on the red ribbons dripping down my sternum. The penumbra under well-supported breasts. The lay of scalloped silk between them. The light on golden eyelets. The corner of a smile on rose-madder lips.

7.
The other nymphs noticed that Amaryllis had begun humming around sunset. She dreamt all day of the darkness, of the slow slide of cloth from a shoulder, the coolness of moon on her skin.

8.
Finally one morning Alteo opened his door and found a spectacular little red flower. Petals splaying, hot as blood. Pulsing for want of him.

9.
Pulsing, anyway.

10.
Dear shepherd, I have wanted this, your eyes roving over these slopes.

11.
Amaryllis will grab attention and never let it go.

12. 
But other eyes are lingering longer on this lingerie. My eyes. My incandescence. How strange to see.

13.
I'm glad you like them.

14.
I'm glad, anyway.




Originally published in The Murmur House. Italicized portions of poem text taken from the Mimi Holliday catalog.


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