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Not far from the tree 

my lover planted me, 


cluster blood apples 

I pickle in jars.


And in each jar, I see

capillaries of memory, 


nostalgia membrane, 

skin graft ghosts 


around the bobbing apples, 

in the murk, they float, 


rubbing nub nodules, 

’til up sparks thought.

Poems on Landscape with the Fall of Icarus

XIR3675 Landscape with the Fall of Icarus, c.1555 (oil on canvas) by Bruegel, Pieter the Elder (c.1525-69); 73.5x112 cm; Musees Royaux des Beaux-Arts de Belgique, Brussels, Belgium; (add.info.: Icarus seen with his legs thrashing in the sea;); Giraudon; Flemish,  out of copyright
XIR3675 Landscape with the Fall of Icarus, c.1555 (oil on canvas) by Bruegel, Pieter the Elder (c.1525-69); 73.5×112 cm; Musees Royaux des Beaux-Arts de Belgique, Brussels, Belgium
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A month later

I finally have another image in the Drabblecast, and it feels good. For me, summer means trying to find work, but it is good to get stuff done other than the basics. You can find the story and image here.

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A month later