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Blár
Cerulean, stamen-like brushstrokes
wet on wet blending the colours
create three shades of blue
not to paint anything ugly or dark
uggely, uglike, from Old Norse uggligr
a love song within the frame
using a palette knife to anchor
acrylic on gessoed canvas self-effacing and ephemeral
inanimate synthetic abundance
as if we’re harrowed by time
placing the spectator within the painting
and you are not the sun, the tree,
the tiny blue flower.
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night in the gutted house
in the gutted house i am folding the laundry. i walk through the brick walls, i don’t live here, but here i am. it all feels calm. the dining room with the chandelier that sways. its crystals eerily tinkling. ghosts roam the hallway. i can see white geese flying into the room. the stone chimney dismantled. now they are nesting on the leather couch. i can see wedding dresses floating on the ceiling. long white silk taffeta with pearls. lace veils. i can’t see i reduce my palette to monochrome colours. scaffolding supports are built. the floorboards have rotted. i sit alone in this house. the piano that starts to play a song. a child in shorts and blue top. the easel still stands by the window. gesso, cotton canvas, a pine table. a bahut with acrylics and brushes.
dyslexia
it is a simple piece, not nude, naked. before continuing
my journey. surreal watercolour blue. printmaking. aquatint
on etched copper plate emerging in these spaces. paper
everywhere. a tray of chemicals, running water, the
timer. stupida, my father calls me.
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The Antarctic Polar Desert
Where a mummified seal
anaerobic bacteria within rocks
the wild katabatic winds
there are sand dunes
liverworts, hornworts and mosses
mountain tops, nunataks
emerald-green algae
environment that of Mars
we open our tent doors
months on sledges
the perma-frost thawing
Onyx river fed by melt
climate change parable
the silence from man.