Andrew

Jeffrey

Skin

First attempt and thensome:

Vector Art

Lima

Earth

Face

Legs II

Monoprint by Hand

Untitled Print

Holding Art

The Embarrassed Magician

Mary II (plexiglass etching)

Legs

Mary

Jacqueline

Seadragon

The Greeting

Two Macro Photos

Cat Holds Prize

Persephone

Cupped in her reluctant palm,
I was sweet temptation.
my skin peeled back and bared,
my red pearls, like teeth

that she refused to put to hers.
while all flesh but ours was withering,
the land above, a clean plain made still
by a mother’s lost babe.

hunger was my lady’s empty knot
‘til my six seeds plucked,
and my pockets still full,
I was cast, and
left to rot.

Laughing Yamamba

before the bullet trains stopped running at midnight,
while famous American celebrities advertised coffee
on the television screens of skyscrapers
overlooking the street’s deadweight of bodies;

while, managed by the street light and a song,
businessmen and silent bicycles like zombies
stopped in at first-floor sushi bars;

the Yamamba girls stand tall, in platform shoes,
with their dark skin and light hair and makeup,
the great rebels of their culture,
they speak loudly, even on the bursting trains.

far from this teeming island's isolation,
far after the bomb cracked Hiroshima,
now, in this city, the Yamamba girls
fill the air with laughter.

"What is flirtatiousness but an argument that life must go on and on and on?" -Kurt Vonnegut