Haiga Archive
Search results: clay
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Neal Whitman
13 April 2018ditch digger—
his tattered coveralls
the color of clay -
Nicole Pakan
12 September 2010you didn’t notice you loved her until you watched her, back turned, hop-scotch across the sky. they didn’t ask for reasons, but cast their fears in metal, and waited for those long celestial hours to turn to clay. tracing a filigree road through the heavens, the hooligan spirits are spitting a canvas of litter and mud. it hangs in the met, between warhol and matisse, and turns trapezoid on every other thursday.