Van Gogh Revisits His First Painting as a Ghost I’ve seen this street hundreds of times, sometimes even in my dreams. So what is it about one man, slouching down the canal, the light like dawn, The way the lines are stone and water skeleton and key? Fog makes us intimate, Shapeless, he and I Just a handful of neighborhood Undistracted by a wide expanse of sky. When the curtains part halfway Like a careless mouth We flow like water Into their open lives. Jenna K Funkhouser Jenna K Funkhouser is a poet, freelance writer, and mosaic artist living in Portland, Oregon. Her poetry has recently been published by Geez Magazine, the Saint Katherine Review, and As It Ought To Be, among others. She is currently working on her second volume of poetry, an ekphrastic exploration of fully inhabited lives.
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September 2023
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