“The Art of Sewing” by Alicia Viguer-Espert
This little dress, laced with lofty ideas
of justice, and equality reminds me of
one belonging to a sister I never knew,
hanging at the back of my mothers’ armoire.
indie – inclusive – alta
This little dress, laced with lofty ideas
of justice, and equality reminds me of
one belonging to a sister I never knew,
hanging at the back of my mothers’ armoire.
His arm was amputated
The heart that pumped his life’s blood, stopped
The last sale, his only memory
Blue, Green, Grey and White
Of time, space, height.
The eyes that perceive light,
Colors within or out of sight.
Judging a book by the cover has proven dangerous
Words used to ignite romance
Now tragedy
Shame cause he knew, could have warned me
We moved across the gym floor in a phalanx
(This was years before Beyonce’s Formation)
Our dance teacher beat the drum.
“Girls, make your life a dance!” she exhorted.
Dropped in the middle
of the canyon
road
just notice, don’t get involved,
blackbirds big as eagles
screaming highwire family
Curious corvid and wings of blackened ash.
Perch, and ponder this creaking and cracking old wood.
Peck at this firm and brittle door.
See if it will open, and if so,
what more is there to behold?
I look at your beautiful face
curiosity on tip toes
inside your closed eyelids shadows images color
live in darkness
tapestry stories woven by ancestors nourish
We did library
Monday Thursday
certain like sunrise
the paper card a passport
expire pocket glued to The End
Crimson skies
Battered by Southern rain
Like empty clouds
Fueled by Northern pain