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 Jun 2020 Jennifer McCurry
Jena T
I was born in the grave
With growing pains
They keep me awake
Alive,
Even today
Dirt filling my veins
A remnant of my grave
Reminding me of the past I've made
And the omnipotent forces at play
BLT's word of the day. Omnipotent
Dinner by candlelight
underneath the stairs, down
in the bomb shelter,
dancing to love, peace, and paranoia.
An evening called quiet
resentment, where there's
canned goods and children's games,
Duck & Cover,
or if you prefer,
Heimlich Maneuver.
Then little sleepy heads
go gently into their bunkered beds.
They might not outlive
the threat, but
the plan has a half-life of a chance.
Shadows of flames dance
across their
pale and
sweaty faces
deepening the
wrinkles on
both wrinkled
foreheads
eyes bowing
over a scripted
problem
not knowing
where
or why
to find
the missing
particle

Both try hard
tried hard
to consult
uplift
amend
each other
in this sweaty
slightly devastating
search

Both try
like always
to stick to their very own
defining
way and manner of doing
and speak in such a way that
they don't need to fear the
loosing of themselves

Yet both
and this is new

face

each other
with a little more
curiosity
a little more
edgy
allowing the
tingling between
their legs just
a little more

Still
unconsciously
giving time to
themsleves
their selves
to see
fully
the shiny faces
to face
courageously
each other's
shiny eyes
For You.
 Jun 2020 Jennifer McCurry
sophie
watery cardboard brown eyes
blink wearily as the subway doors close.
the lights flicker as those eyes shut--
knocked out cold
like the newspaper concrete underneath sneakers.
 Jun 2020 Jennifer McCurry
Zywa
The mountains and all

their sparkling streams are the void:


clotted and melted.
“You Tiantai shan fu” (“Rhapsody on Roaming the Heavenly Terrace Mountains”, AD 350, Sun Chuo)

Collection "Thinkles Lusionless"
 Jun 2020 Jennifer McCurry
Zywa
Erasing drawings,

the art of erasing goes –


beyond draughtsmanship.
The imperfection of conceptual art

“ERASED de KOONING DRAWING” ( 1953, Robert Rauschenberg)

Collection "VacantVoid"
A life like
mine

spent
scuttling

from point
to point

every once in awhile
a light

a respite



Whit Howland © 2020
A minimal word painting. An original.
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