Anddd we’re back. This month featuring the illustrations of Jacob Storer. We explored with some new styles, writing and painting in tandem, one medium influencing the other – and some slapdash random amblings.
Enjoy!
1)
There’s that fear again.
Peeking around the corner.
Framed against the purple.
Come to sabotage through silence.
Through the dark.
Light makes the biggest waves.
Seem benign.
In their sighing.
As they slam into shore.
3)
dandelion
dampered
darling
design
delivered
desecrate
Bud, bud, just – relax
dood
don’t
Tell me to relax
Dialogue
Dinner
Somewhere
We spoke of patience earlier
And what that harboring
Could eventually unleash
As an ocean
Ribs spreading from within
Like fins from long ago
Our heads swell
With the sudden
Akimbo
Hold on we say
Throttling the dash
Amassing inner wealth
Over atrophy
We’ll rim around again
Certain
Have to look don’t we
Even when we don’t know
What we’re looking at
Well
Worth the business
Of looking
Or spreading the wings of vision
Over the clouded sun
Our spots grow
As we glisten
Full on the air of place
And decision
We’ll apply a straight line
To accentuate
Thoughts like baleen
Unnerving sense of expansion
In crowded lines
Pointing both up and down
Bump
Bump
Lunge
Ralphed all on
Is it an aerial view
We missed all along
Instead of a wall dripping
Maybe.
Pollen suddenly collects on the island and the corners disperse they seem to dwindle if nothing else and leave the rest of the shapes desolate of texture or populace as they spread from one island to the next to the next to populate and impose or direct the water’s flow now that the land has been had the land has been decided for, not with so attempted that it now submits to the growing blend
Too late for the islanders
Bridges have been built
Across acidic lakes
Cross-hatched parcels
Lent to one another
An endless stream of dirt
That will eventually compress into a crown
Atop the holder’s head
Holds them all up
