Thank you card for free allotment produce
© I. S. A
I live in the faint shadow of its absence.
Yellow pressure circles on cold skin;
The dry, lighter, patch of ground,
Untouched by rain.
The border of remembering,
The spoken story,
Never written down.
- I. S. A
Fearing the suction of the Gamochoria Trichterkraken…
The graphic novel is almost finito… ‘A Conversation between Trees’ is coming
In absence of posting, here is a teaser of things to come..
(a graphic poem i am working on)
Where shadows creep from beneath curtains with probing legs..
Behind glass, in death, she still feels the air currents beneath spread, wired wings…
Haunting and silent beauty of a stuffed animal museum..
I see the warmth spread out on grass
But over my body
Only shadows pass.
Tap tapping up poetry.. keeping the whole house up as ink is worked under hammer