Image Credit: Max Scheler, Border of Heringsdorf, Usedom, 1964
Barbed wire strung along the Oder-Neisse Line carries on right into the sea In ‘64 East Germany to one side and Poland to the other No good choices One side as poor as the other One side as occupied as the other One side as cruel as the other
We stood ankle deep in the Baltic Contemplating the sea and the exchange of tyrants At the Potsdam conference in ’45
As far as borders go The fence was slovenly and careless You could crawl under here and there You could swim out into the sea
Steal around it and cross easily to
The other side
But patrols caught no one crossing here Cause neither side was free.
In Deep
One night in a bath of stars Skin slick dripping starlight
I let myself down below the water
The burn to breathe casting star shards Beyond closed eyes
Then there is just me on the edge of the universe heaving breath into the void -Skye
artwork | Ishii Nobuo
Title: The yellow kitchen Artist: Mary Sauer Source: unsubconscious
Just before we left the rental On Howard St
I looked back The clean Swept tiles Lifting a little Here And there
The sink with its hidden leak The stove in its random corner
One wonky cupboard door Chipped Formica
But the extravagant yellow I fell in love
It wasn’t grand It was haphazard and spare But we were happy Here.
-Skye
Source: magnificent-winged-beast
Look at you carrying around night in jar Daughter of Chaos
Empty your vessel as the sun retreats And let me sleep under the liquid deep
Endless Ocean Of universe Sprinkled With stars.
-Skye
Source: Palimpsest by Dale Dunning
Your Face
It’s difficult (you must know) to deny things so clearly spoken without words
in silence you say everything the curve of your mouth the eyes that do not
quite meet me
and when your mouth is finally open
i can still see the truth in you typeset across your face.
Image Credit: Unknown though often attributed to Arthur Fellig (1889-1968) American Street Photographer.
The circus came along with its Tigers and tentpoles Elephants and elegant ponies Rolling right down main street
Excited whooping children followed
Wild free-range boys mostly (Where the girls free-range or otherwise were sadly, we will never know)
When the circus ceased its Creak and clatter Lurching to a stop
Those boys who ran alongside All the way from town Gathered before The fat lady’s trailer
Giggles crinkled their dusty faces Some pointed grubby fingers Some made faces puffing out their cheeks
Of all the wonders to behold When the circus comes to town
Those scruffy, wild, need a bath boys Ignore the acrobats, the orangutang, The clowns in make-up and everyday clothes
All of them Tumbling out of the trucks on the green just outside of town
To goggle and gape At Miss Ellie May Gump The fattest woman in world.
-Skye
This is Wyoming
The barbed fence undulates into the horizon The long rollers of the deep old sea feathered with grass Dotted with pronghorn and ghosts of buffalo
Capped in bright sky
The great plain The red car zipping Through the simmering tar
The woman almost 50 The woman bright and lively after 70
Talk rolls back and forth
Some thunder
There have always been hard lines Etched in old oceans There has always been wind cutting across the plane Changing everything
-Skye’s Poem
Photographer: Jamie Cuen Source: angiefalanji
Children splash and swim, heedless of the dangers found in deeper water.
Photo Credit: “Eyes as Big as Dinner Plates” Photo series by Riitta Ikonen & Karolyn Hjorth
Fecund life Comes through me Covers my back and lines my Throat Holding me silent
Tell your tales On the long night ‘round bonfires Wild pagan gestures
Appease The demands of lessor gods Looking down from the great hall
Then press your feet into my ample back I am the Mother I will carry you.
Artist: Nester Formetera Source:peepchic
We came together in the end Lips pressed close Eyes closed to who we had become Just before parting.
-Skye