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I envy painters their ability to depict

whatever they imagine with
the swish of a brush
or the stroke of a pencil.

Let the finished product be open

to interpretation;
viewers can be moved
or not

purely by what they see before them.

In abstract it’s sensation.

It’s emotion.
It’s feel.
Here you are.

Take from it what you will.

In putting words to the page
an unconscious slip of the pen leaves one

open to misunderstanding.
Something as simple
as where a comma is placed in a sentence

can greatly affect the sentiment expressed.

When any creative work brings about a dialogue

between artist and audience, even if unspoken,

it succeeds.


The romantic-minded will tell us
that the shape of a guitar
is patterned after the ideal shape of a woman
rather than acoustic viability

what a delightful premise—
beauty over physics

Touch her in the right manner
and she will move in ways heretofore undreamed.
To gaze upon the curves
of the recumbent female form
is to marvel at
the supple sweep of her arm,
the pronounced bone structure,
the graceful contour of her side
as it narrows to her waist
before meeting the salient swell of her hip.

A woman’s naked back can speak 
in mute eloquence,
conveying emotions,
wants and desires.

Without turning,
she can signal if she’s angry,
if she’s receptive,
if she’s relaxed or tense
or unsure of herself ...

it’s all there 
if one knows how to look.

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"Acoustic Hourglass" by John Farallo. Oil on canvas. 

Click here for John Farallo's page. 


In moments of intense trauma
we notice everything around us
as if viewing a game or video in slow motion;

we are passive attendees,
not even participants in this emotional tumult,

to arrest the hammer as it falls,
the collision of metal and glass. Only
when we are jolted
by the sound of the crash
do we awaken from our torpor
amid a sudden speeding up
as if to compensate for the moment





Our heart begins
once more and with it comes
the thankful realization that
all we knew and loved is still here;

our task
is to pick up the pieces.


"Discord" by Wendy Caldwell Maloney. Acrylic. 

Click here for Wendy's artist page. 

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