Image Credit: Shusaku Takaoka Source: angiefalaji
Swaying with train car Home bound after a long night of drinking I was looking down At the dirty chipped and gummy tiles Feeling a little sick
I heard the door grinding open And she plopped down in a rustle of beaded lace Sitting legs spread wide Like a man with a come-hither body Topped in a rabbit fur coat Right there in the corner seat Almost across from me
I looked up Into Mona Lisa’s Smirking face
I swear it though no one ever believes me Don’t blame them 1972 was a rough one I really was fucked up back then
But there she was in all her glory That smile I will never forget
She asked me for a cigarette Just before the next stop
And when the doors opened Off she went Clomping a little in her righteous rhinestone platform shoes Right off the train, onto the platform And back out of my life.
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
Photographer: Jamie Cuen Source: angiefalanji
Children splash and swim, heedless of the dangers found in deeper water.
Photo Credit: Crowd By Misha Gordin Source: Fallowstore
Hauling One rough beam after another Head down Looking neither Right Or Left
Hearing the scrape of worn shoes Hearing the effort in ragged breath
But seeing nothing
Moving together Compliant Silent Complicit
Building a pyre To end the world.
Source: calmerra Image Credit: Foxes, circa 1913 by Franz Marc Medium: Oil on canvas 87 x 65 cm
The woods behind the house are deep Dark tangles of brush Damp Loam soft under feet
This is where the foxes go in the morning After prowling along my borders Teasing my chickens All through the night
I have a sturdy hen house
The chickens are safe
Besides
The foxes are sleeping now Somewhere in the wild wood.
-Skye
Source: visualstatic101
Mooring lost Battered upon the sharp reef I could only be counted as flotsam A bottle with no message Driven out into a howling sea Without a cry
Stranded in this bottle I lost the sea Peering out through the wavy glass I saw nothing I felt nothing So fearful was the loss
The bottle has long broken There are bits of sea glass That can’t cut anyone Even me Scattered now Among my bones
You ask me to examine them now These old hurts and betrayals I see only soft light The kind you find both at dawn and sunset
We are all subject to the tide I suppose, It steals our voice and brings it back again.
-Skye
Hapless Mermaid who walked upon the land and grew to miss the sea with its deep dark places
Absent of air
I watched her one evening slip below the surface so beautiful so broken covered by sea
When I pulled her up out of it into my arms I realized she was only a common girl
After all
Shallow pale and choking on ocean.
-Skye
Sally Gall
Caitlin, 1996
Image: “Horizons” by Armando Veve Source: Inland-delta
Vigorous with damp And rot Life comes through me
Even yours
Come to the water’s edge And throw in Your virgin
Death and Life Life and Death
Seasons and circles Moon coming and going
Men tremble and fear
Crops fail to come Babies sicken and die Game is spare And the winter long
Men see little
Know less Than I
Come to the water’s edge And throw in Your virgin
Worship how you will It makes no difference to me.
-Skye
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
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.
Title: Despair (1926) Artist: Kazys Simonis (Lithuanian, 1887-1978 ) Source: dreams-of-mutiny
It was the fall of everything The moment the war came into focus and the house caved in
Choking in the dust my baby dead my mother dead
Me digging the rubble With raw bloody fingers To be broken under the house would be better
Me holding my dead little one under the rubble
But In my despair I could only weep over the shattered house Digging with bloodied hands.
-Skye