This is my and my friend Christie Liskey's first group of art & writing. She has a huge collection of sketches and paintings, and I've matched some of those pieces with excerpts from my collection of writing. We'll start another chapter now in the art + writing section.
Memory in Reverse
On Days like This
Between life imagined and life lived, distance swells a sea.
Bone Socket Dialects
In the voice of a dream, worry sands syllables from tooth to nerve.
How to Scream
Beat my finger's pulse onto your finger's pulse to make us both audible.
A shipwrecked church with broken windows found your plastic eyes.
The past, as you know, is the safest place to live since its nightmares have already been dreamt.
Somewhere else, we are white sand orchestrating water.
Knowledge of night is a feeling not even a lifetime can master.
The way the world looks through fevered eyes is how first memories unfold.