titan arum

As if a corpse had risen from somewhere deep in the meadow
And walked in its shadows quietly.
poem: nine-panel yaak river screen by charles wright
the corpse flower is in bloom
As if a corpse had risen from somewhere deep in the meadow
And walked in its shadows quietly.
poem: nine-panel yaak river screen by charles wright
the corpse flower is in bloom
Ask yourselves: Has the sheep eaten the flower, yes or no?
the little prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
image: beach sheep by vicki sawyer
consumed by scanned images from country women magazine
via gravel and gold
the way once,
under love’s spell,
we attached meaning
to sound,
attached sounds to objects.
The old magic won’t work now,
but it’s nice
to be reminded of it.
image: found here
words: the thinning by Rae Armantrout
I am twenty,
drifting in la chalupa,
the blue boat painted with roses,
white lilies