by fennadmin | Feb 5, 2018 | Artists, Linda Paoli, Poets
What even is the point of nostalgia I only believe in missing the plastic and The smooth safe angles of tools That existed for your hands and Your hands only. But to feel for rocks and stones For a splash of dolomite Vomiting colour, hiding the puny creatures that...
by fennadmin | Feb 5, 2018 | Linda Paoli, Poets, Uncategorized
love my love my love my love Lingering about like the absence of a smell What are you doing, wasting precious fingers to roll cigarettes you don’t even smoke? There I see kilometres of hair I want to touch In the corner your face, my face, her face Cracked like...
by fennadmin | Feb 5, 2018 | Artists, Fenn Rose, Poets
when still hums get up your glassy eyes over broadened wastescape out of window body looks out of door body walks my potter’s thumb on fractal bundles prints human on flower pressing dry our fluid play comes naturally but my agency is done when i’m grabbing for the...
by fennadmin | Feb 5, 2018 | Artists, Fenn Rose, Poets
if i reached into your pockets i would find locks of hair braided with lint and tasting sharply of metal coins forgotten like their monarchs and rusting in a fen what a rich child you were with a tiny butterfly landing on your wrist and strawberries sized for your...
by fennadmin | Feb 5, 2018 | Artists, Featured, Fenn Rose, Poets
your brightest touch is a pore creased point warmth waving me in i ramble suspended in the year i fold this time with cotton ribbon gifts quince wrapping prince denim in my river kin and kemmering building on summer with sculptures of no caste but keystone first and...
