Arrowheads by Patrick Sylvain

Arrowheads by Patrick Sylvain

Art: Olivier Fonteau, @olivierfonteau.art. ARROWHEADS You asked me, my poet friend, why my lines Are arrowheads. Well, I’m from the tropics Where the Tainos left their skulls filled With maggots at the entrances of mines. Their arrows were poems written in the...
Sand by Patrick Sylvain

Sand by Patrick Sylvain

Art: Olivier Fonteau, @olivierfonteau.art SAND I’ve searched for my father’s face in the sand. You raised your left arm. A fine veil of golden Sand on your forearm. You smiled, and sang A song about stones & bones, or bony like stones. You moved. A cascade of sand...
Rag-dolls: Haibun by Paresh Tiwari

Rag-dolls: Haibun by Paresh Tiwari

Art: “Exodus, Untitled Transparency SN1” by Olivier Fonteau RAG-DOLLS All day long, we sit on the crumbling wall of the cemetery. Our feet, clad in mud-crusted Mary Janes, dangle inches above the wild grass.   There is silence . . . a blanket of...