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Poets on Art

"scars" Image by Mark R. Knox http://www.knoxworx.com

Writer's interpretations:
Space, Time, and the Goddess of Sunlight

R. E. Smith

An inch of space and time reserved for each individual's ponderings. Words, a first breath of knowing sighs reach the soft neck of understanding, to live in the curve of soft tissue until the cathedral of harmony settles in the ear of every attentive soul.
R. E. Smith Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved
ENDLESS

Marta Moran-Bishop
Gently the rose falls from the hand,
Goddess of sunlight burns brightly,
Time moves through eternity,
Endlessly recycling.

The Gold light darkens with the night,
Repeating itself forever,
Never the same each day new,
Dawn to dusk, then dawn again.

With renewal there is a change,
Ever so slight is the movement,
No petal or fold the same,
Ceaseless this circle of life.

Copyright Marta Moran-Bishop 2011 All Rights Reserved
"forest" Despite Beauty
(reprint)
Jen Knox
I looked to her for definition. The artificial. The perf…

off the grid

I'm taking the summer off as far as this blog goes. I've injured my hand and wrist, and the doctor says I need to rest it as much as possible. Of course, I work online, editing and teaching, so I can't do that completely. But, I have to slow down where I can.
Look out for new fiction in Black Fox, Independent Ink Magazine (Available Now!!!) & Fwriction and a new essay in Pure Slush in the meantime.
Come August 01st (maybe before), I'll be back and hopefully healed, and on this day, I will post all of the Mannequin images, alongside those writings some of you have generously submitted. (The other two images are below, in previous posts.) To your right is the final image (http://www.knoxworx.com). If you'd like to contribute any short interpretation, please do (under 500 words), and I'll post it along with the others when I return.
Wish me luck... I'm not good at following doctor's oders...

Writing is like....

[This is a blog chain. It's the first one I've done, and I'm doing it only because my good friend Maria Savva asked me to. Well that, and, I was very curious to read her piece, which is here. And her piece was inspired by Jason McIntyre's original post, which is here.] So, what is writing like to me? First thoughts...
the first meal when you get out of jail or the hospital or the mental institution. Writing is a wholly rounded meal, not necessarily what you want. It's lean chicken or tofu, broccoli with light spice and no butter, a thin slice of rye or sourdough bread, a 4oz glass of dry red wine and a few small, soft chocolate chip cookies or a scoop of your favorite ice cream. It is served on dark, square plates and in a crystal glass. It is nutritious and filling, even though it wasn't your first choice. If you eat everything though--if you don't try to give your plate away before eating the broccoli, for instance--you will have refueled and had, at last,…

New Image

This is the second in the series that I will be writing to. The first response was fully developed after an invitation to The Language and Place on the Edge Blog Carnival. (You can see the original image and poem below.) My father, the creator of this piece, sent me a few more images.

If this image inspires you, please, feel free to join me. If you can come up with something under 500 words, I'll post it here on 08/01. The image seems to lend itself to poetry. We'll see...


Image by Mark R. Knox 2011
http://www.knoxworx.com