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Search results: photo collage

• Christopher Seep 30 September 2023

  fallen green from the tree spared the pecking of birds

• Maxianne Berger 9 May 2022

  cricket song deep in the fissures of time chirruping fairies

• Christine Taylor 11 February 2019

  baffle the crafted predator watch blurbirds nest here

• Debbie Strange 20 September 2018

  it was as if she were a butterfly the way words flew from her open hands

• Tsanka Shishkova 16 July 2017

  pink petals in gray hair— an elderly couple dances in the park

• Adelaide Shaw 27 April 2015

  summer dawn a line of light holds a golden promise

• Nicole Pakan 29 July 2011

  She went under at the age of fifteen, bootstrapped into shadows and omission. Like fledgling revolution, she was all elbows and ankles and steel, cutting her teeth on clumsy hits, dealing in lies and speculation. Hers was a radical sensibility, always metal, cold in her hands, the slow click, bolt through the shaft of her imagination. Now she’s high scandal, trafficking caution and cash, a portrait of long thighs and wrists. There’s no way out when you’re in demand, there is only down, down and onward.

• Nicole Pakan 12 September 2010

  you 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.

• Nicole Pakan 31 August 2010

  sun shower— the ripple of rain in my coffee

• Linda Pilarski 21 March 2010

  Gion Temple #2 lost memories— tattered fabric on the fence