A shadorma about a couple of tunnels near Mercer Street in Seattle. The tunnel walls have thick black streaks left by cars swerving wide as they navigate the curve at too fast a speed The yellow tile reminds me of school bathrooms in first grade There are always squares missing what happened to them? The eerie glow [...]
Tag: marks
The crayon stone (a poem)
Not actually a stone, but a crayon with many colors melted into a stone shape… I draw with the stone not knowing what shapes I’m making —the marks made as if random a feeble attempt to make art out of chaos theory I have control but not precision while the stone gradually loses its shape [...]
