https://youtu.be/B7tL9okYAIg O Lord, methinks I'll call you Lord. Are youAffixed up there on high, or somewhere else?And us lowdown in murk mistaking blueAbove as heaven, hell beneath cool grass.It matters not to me, as I assumeSome gods cannot exist except in dreams,In trifling songs. I guess most folks presumeTo hear from you by way of... Continue Reading →
https://youtu.be/1bjrT7glY8Y Again with lightning bugs and blooms. The grassA resurrected green that dusk deepens,Enhances even. Blinking, blinking no lessRealistic as mushroom trips, sci-fi zines.The bedroom window cracked, my lover's breathUpon my throat, and Coltrane keening, shriekingFrom down the hall. It's either this or death?A heaven. Hell. Am I to lay here beggingForgiveness of sins? And... Continue Reading →
Heavy-handed strokesPunctuate this piece.Model subject blunders intoCareless technique.Shades, silence, shadowsAnd such—conceal flawsFrom intemperate brush.Ornate design accentuatesFragile frame.Smoldering canvas abrasionsObscured from eyes untrained.Artist’s final touch—seal ofSatan’s kiss—fine pink mist—aTragic masterpiece complete.Damn the muse who sent ArtistMy way—To hell with the artist whoKilled me today. Read More in Poetry
A Q&A with Texas artist Jorge Losoya.
A time-traveler named Harry Potter awaits the appearance of his dead father on the edge of a vast lake bordered by forest. It’s nighttime, and the castle of Hogwarts looms in all its might and mystery over the water. Harry watches impatiently as, across the lake, cloaked creatures called dementors...
