Graffiti

my balloon is free
I let it go
the air between us

Grass springs from cracks. Leaves scrape on stones. Wire creeps up a wall. A child holds out her hand.

welcome or farewell heart’s shadow

Diana Webb


(inspired by Graffiti claimed by Banksy South Bank London – photo Kathy deWitt

Graffiti

Blue Milk

What’s left of the Lucky Charms I mix in with a little bit of Life creating a tincture a serum a salve what-have-you that just might cure okay staunch I mean plug this feeling of being lost at sea this soupy blue milk is all I’ve got to slurp down dribble out so derelict have I become at prayers.

whiteout conditions signing my will

 

Peter Newton

Blue Milk