Sarah’s Art
The other day I opened the “notes” app on my iPhone and recognized almost nothing I had written there. Scraps of thoughts, reminders, the titles of books recommended. Their context long gone, they lost their meaning and became something else. Scraps of half-drunk poetry, maybe, that begged for some pictures to renew their purpose.
When, awake one day, the air feels different. Warmer, maybe, dirt wicking up through snow. And blood from some coyote kill tunneling down on the sharpness of its departing heat.
I have what might best be classified as ‘manic costume joy.’ You’ve even heard about it here on this blog. I try to be the scariest thing I can think of for Halloween. One year, that was “Your Biological Clock.” Another year, the year humans hit 7 billion in number on October 31st, I tried […]
Creature of salt Swimmer in air Walker on water: Hydrobates, wings lifted, mouthfuls of sea.
