Life Size
You’d paint your immaculate petals tiny as life if we had time to look. I lean eye level with pageants of colour disarrayed with yellow dust hints of nectar where bees feed. You merge intimately with your blooms or disfigure them bleached with desert skulls exposed to living eyes. I never walked your purple hills where variegated leaves concede to russet but I hang lines of clouds in a box of a book that fits my pocket. I have lived above those clouds without losing my way and I look for myself in your adobe barns whenever I come to earth. Mori Glaser Mori Glaser grew up in the UK and moved to Israel 30 years ago. Her poetry appears in journals such as Unbroken; Crack the Spine; Vine Leaves coffee table book; Between the Lines Anthology of Fairy Tales and Folklore Reimagined. She won 3rd prize in The Molotov Cocktail’s 2017 Shadow Award. Her flash appears in Arc 24 and Akashic Books web series Thursdaze.
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Andy Lowe
9/13/2021 05:42:54 am
Rich imagery penetrates the mystery of O’Keefe.
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