A few years back, Amaya Engleking (Gospel Isoceles) surprised me, made my day - nay, my year! - by integrating a verse I had written, into a wonderfully composed poster, seen above. I strongly recommend her work, if you have not already discovered it, here at her site cc: Chagall 2020
Those who take pride in telling it like it is, and letting you know that they’re the sort who tell it like it is, and of whom others refer as those who like to tell it like it is, rarely – if ever – like to be told what it’s like cc: Chagall 2022
(found written on the back of a bierhaus receipt, from the Final Archives, where History repeats itself unbeknownst to Anybody) Memo: re the Shop Floor We own the factory they labor within low quality ideas and people will come off the line this time quality spikes our score not yet six sigma cc: Chagall 2022
The photo distinctly showed fifteen cookies on the plate. When they asked me what happened to the other three, all I could say was, "Fhoock oohf I no." cc: Chagall 2022 Please know that Carlos Chagall does not advocate talking when one's mouth is full.
The cyclopetrist today told me I needed trifocals, which is cool as I have been developing a third eye cc: Chagall 2022
Anna had said she would call us all by name, but the list was removed and she had nowhere else to look Listen here cc: Chagall 2022
The cardinal knows it was too much risk, too long a flash of red in sparse woods, he lingers on dead branch atop limestone, now prime within the hawk's cross-hairs, his tawny mate safe, fled away to the distance cc: Chagall 2022
I've never read you say Eye Drop, yet you are the Eye, and I would have thought it an apparent play on words, to describe a dessert, or a soup of yours or a wrestling move, maybe a syndicated column about society scandal, but no, you have yet to write it cc: Chagall 2022
I remember one day, when I was smaller than now, my grandmother received a large envelope, ribboned with foreign stamps, par avion She weeps when she opens it and looks inside I ask Grandma, why are you crying? In her broken English she says From Bachory, Ukraine, моя сестра She hands me the photo, a young woman, holding a child in front of large thicket aside a thatched house On the back, in cursive Cyrillic, it reads Noisy are the rustling groves Glance sister at this photo... Memories are there It is signed With Love Kateryna, 26, Ivan, 2 (1910) cc: Chagall 2022
Strange how falling out of love feels so much like falling in. cc: Chagall 2022
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