9″ x 12″
Last night’s Sorrow for Beginners painting. Another passage in the handbook. The chapter on how to __________ in a time of ____________ _____________. Carrying on with the two-day tradition, if you would like to write something for this image, the comments section is a tabula rasa, baby. Make yourself at home there.
Cheryl says
I think I used to be a tree
an old-growth redwood
felled in my 1,000 or maybe my 1,500th year
skinned and planed and smoothed into the floor
of a ballroom in a mansion on Nob Hill
or a whorehouse in North Beach
because I hear the other trees
their soft whispers, their creaks
I feel their sap run cold
when another ancient giant
as old as Jesus
is sacrificed
Frankie says
You will, without a doubt,
be cut from all you know,
and more than once.
Hit the ground with a thud
and let out a cry each time.
These passings must be mourned
and then shed
or there you'll be forever,
bleeding at the stump.
dan fortner says
why can't you just leave us alone? we're not hurting anyone. we're just standing here. well, we WERE.
Kristen says
Logging in a time of dead trees