Spirit of the Long Weekend
Dream stories are an endless cask pulsing between blackness and blindness: shades of orchid drowned in sleep. Or the leafy weeds I pulled from duller greens beside the barn. Prized as fans in our chemical heat. But I chose them for art. The concept was to paint death as it rose between us laughing in the kitchen vein to vein. Peter G. Res is a poet and writer from New […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 