The Ballerina in the Lantern Jon Hillenbrand, April 27, 2018April 27, 2018 Clad in delicate peach and orange, she begins her dance with a curved bow to a curious audience. Her left foot structural on a weightless form, her right toe motions to a singularity below, she looks, arms blowing back behind her in an invisible breeze. Her reach curves back with right digits at her shoulder, left trailing, eyes closed as her pointed toe curves back into her walking body tracing an elliptic. Swans cross above her head, back arched, head to the side, her right foot a tether, her left flagging behind, back arched, skirt straight. A jump! Left hand falls to her eyes, right hand points to the West, right knee sets sail rising on an ocean as the left reaches achingly back toward land. Landing is a Zeppelin split underneath pouring everything out save a shoulder of hope which flutes a rising finger, clouds apart and struggles into infinity. Photo by the late Katerina Kravtsova Poetry
Poetry Potential October 15, 2010May 10, 2013 The ink drops to the page, ridged blackness like an inverted star its potential swimming within the fluid. I stab it with my finger and drag out its life into a box within which I fill everything that fills me. A lifetime of fear and happiness, love lost and gained,… Read More
Poetry I hope September 26, 2008December 30, 2015 I hope the human world gets better but not at the expense of human greatness. I hope peace and happiness spring up like flowers from the seeds of democracy being sewn in the Middle East, but not at the expense of culture. I hope cynicism doesn’t take over America, but… Read More
Poetry Love’s Dreamy Breath October 15, 2008December 30, 2015 Love is air. Lovelessness is the drowning after. I float now in that water. Were I suspended in sweet air, you would see the roses in my cheeks and the clover in my souls. But as you peer past the surface of my rippled sky, your eyes will ungrey a… Read More