Poems and poetry as experiential art experiments, created by a dedicated core, sparking consciousness river, word slurry. A weekly harvest of poems and creative thought from a creative collective cadre. This week: Start the epic of earth with a poem of your mud name.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
black ink scraped across the screen then red ink
“I can see clearly now” singular images two distinct colors
silk lifts to reveal wet silos juxtaposed screws and compasses