Art: Only the Grass Remains by Linda ChapmanEquilibrium
A flower against the harsh inertia
bathing in Hades’ dim light
uncaring motion, as transformation dwindles
spoons of sun, with eager drip
an exquisite undertaking, falling
with all the weight of your limbs
It is risky to be a human being
it is lost amongst the landing of color;
oblique transitions. I spoke to you through
the uncaring distance. Through the
skeletal pain.
Substance of sleep; pictorial, nearly delving.
widening stares, unbreaking negligence
at the very base of the world. These masks
were worn into disrepair. In front
of the snow bank, behind the gas station,
in the ease of summer; spring’s tumult
wanders out of hibernation into the
closets of our lives
Fevers wane, giving way to all-too-familiar
words. Honing the craft of storing away blushes
until those who fell through all available substance
reemerge. Though it is only a mirage, a
well maintained visage, a mother falling towards
all sand, rain water nursed in wise hands.
About the author:
J.L Moultrie is a 30 year old poet based in Detroit, Michigan. He fell in love with reading and writing poetry after encountering Hart Crane, Rainer Maria Rilke and others. His work appears or is forthcoming in ????????, ????? ???? ??????, ?????? ???????, ????????, ?????? ???????? ??????? and elsewhere. He is a dog and cat dad and holds an Associate of Arts degree from Wayne County Community College.
Art: Only the Grass Remains by Linda Chapman
In the artist's words:
Linda Chapman is based in London, UK and has worked in photography for a number of years and exhibited widely in London and around the UK. More recently she has decided to concentrate solely on her personal work which is art photography and sculpture. Exploring a variety of subjects and materials and a combination of visual and verbal allusions to trigger metaphors and personal associations, she aims to reinvigorate the lives of everyday things. The end result being often playful, sometimes eerie but always stimulating.
