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Artwork: Rebecca Pyle, Spaceport, North Temple Street (Salt Lake City), oil on canvas, 32x32, 2013
You were the wrath of a rock with mouth opened.
With a face through which death has passed, you came back
with shoulders which changed the wind’s path.
Photo: Sequences by Mohammed Ali Mirzaei
I am all the sad women,
women who bring loneliness to bed.
Cold passes even the surface of the house;
Beneath the wallpaper it becomes jaundice . . .
Artwork: Uncharted Space by Joe Balaz
Photo: Aggregation by Mohammed Ali Mirzaei
When I see a cardinal in February, I think of snow
even as I stand on a green lawn beneath palms
and plumeria, watering the grass. I think the bird
Photo: from Gorges - Entering the In-between by Rita Mendes-Flohr
I did not find the lost oasis
of Zarzura, nor spears and swords
of Persian armies drowned
in sand, not even the wreck
of Count Almasy’s plane,
Photo: Two Girls by Mohammed Ali Mirzaei
dear baby with your hands in the air
tears in your eyes and explosions in your ears
Artwork: Rebecca Pyle, Between Two Trees, oil and black gesso on canvas, 24 x 30, 2016
Excuse me miss
Maybe it’s the dim lighting
but what is your ethnicity
or the aroma of spices
because you’re too beautiful
but a funny thing happens
to be Native American