Brocade

Photography by Armelle Touzeau


Broken brocade;

Where do I put this sequin when the sequence

Falls like notes from the cellar door?

On my knees searching on the dirty waxed floor

Hands graze gypsy mambo scuff-marks

And dirty martini olive-swords.

Candles glow in distant red bulbs,

My search waxes dim.

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Ellen McGrath Smith: Deconfliction Dance Party

How to join in the true dance.

Vox Populi

What’s your mood and modus operandi?

We’ve got many rooms, one for every need

and every provisional alliance,

each contingency. Sound-proofed

so your experience will not be compromised.

Here’s a list of drugs to take to enhance

your perception of what is happening.

Happy hardcore in endless loop cries havoc

and lets slip the dogs of war. Trance

fills & empties the lungs with recipes for self-care.

Dubstep says just aggregate your organs

into certainly the sun and, under palms,

a one-love spliff. There’s a barn

on the periphery for line dancing

and beer, the routine quest for a new

Dodge Ram and a happy marriage

with a decent plot of land. On a far hill

that fool who’s completely unplugged

is rinsing barley and singing lullabies

to the kit she rescued after the hurricane.

She is ageless, a deejay of the

incidental sounds of nature;

her third eye’s the…

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Partitions

Map of Kathmandu (see Credit below)

 

In attempt to love them
Yea, I become them
Before no walls were there.
Now built round
Notion of in-and-out has height,
Keeps out the sunlight,
Of home-and-world… Read More

Integral

Art by Paolo Ceric

All were in their proper place–
The hedonists on the slippery slope
The proud upon hearths of their own function
The saints in the silent center of the sequence–
When the world ended, its perfect pied way Read More