I found some classified documents in an old collage journal. Should I call the FBI? Poetry wasn’t enough.
I found some classified documents in an old collage journal. Should I call the FBI? Poetry wasn’t enough.
Posted in Art, collage, Old Yada, Poetry, Scissor Dance
Tagged classified, classified documents, collage, collage journal, Poetry, Scissor Dance
behind my eyes
I see Anne Sexton’s little owl
draw breath
between dungaree thighs
dark as Byron’s night
drawl out
unnoticed rhyme
punching in the words
like rivets
on the fly
spitting out
plugs
of her victims’ bones
around the skew curve
of her vertical smile
Posted in collage, Poetry, Superb Owl
Tagged Anne Sexton, collage, Photomontage, Poetry, Superb Owl, Superimposition Collage, To Bedlam And Part Way Back
Posted in Superimposition Collage
Tagged Adonis, collage, Electra, Pieta, superimposition, Superimposition Collage
Continuing today’s dance theme…
*A Scissor Dance is a collage cut and pasted the old fashioned way, with scissors, glue, and a stack of old magazines.