January light is spare, glints on
the corners of our eyes. Boots crack
icy snow with every step. A bitter
wind chafes tender spots above
cheeks leaving behind red patches.
Kisses. You buried yourself under
my skin. We are lost, a rapid decline,
a force upon us, bottomless free fall.
What is left is the sound of your breath.
All artwork, photos, and text © Copyright 2008-2014 Liliana Almendarez unless indicated otherwise. All Rights Reserved. Any downloading, copying or use of images on this website is strictly prohibited without express written consent by Liliana Almendarez.
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Poet, Playwrite, Visual Artist
About Me
- lilylazuli
- Brooklyn, NY, United States
- I write and I paint. Then I try to articulate some coherent thoughts about the creative process on this blog. In between those moments of producing work, I take photos, listen to groovy music, watch indie movies, read (a lot), go hear live music (preferably someone that rocks), go to the theater to see a new play from time to time, watch sci-fi movies, and continue to cultivate my curiosity. Then I write about that too.
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All artwork and text © Copyright 2008-2022 Liliana Almendarez unless indicated otherwise. All Rights Reserved. Any downloading, copying or use of images on this website is strictly prohibited without express written consent by Liliana Almendarez.
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