Her posture these days resembles a concave mirror in its distorted shape. A book of dissent sits behind yellow caution tape. Her anger resides in thin plank veneers beneath her skin. Tree rings encased by a textured bark. A serpent skin forgotten in the yellow laundry basket lies beside a satin shift. Push a cart among the temple ruins and hands will burn against the metal cage.
All artwork, photos, and text © Copyright 2008-2009 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.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Shades of Temper
It is strange to read someone's
past vibrating across the written words.
A sliver of incandescent
moment touched momentarily
transcends the page across time.
Turn the leaf and uncover
the sensibility of weakened attachments
let loose by the cadence of many moons
Tremble through and betray confidences
whisper in shades of temper
what you crave is what you spurn.
All artwork, photos, and text © Copyright 2008-2009 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.
past vibrating across the written words.
A sliver of incandescent
moment touched momentarily
transcends the page across time.
Turn the leaf and uncover
the sensibility of weakened attachments
let loose by the cadence of many moons
Tremble through and betray confidences
whisper in shades of temper
what you crave is what you spurn.
All artwork, photos, and text © Copyright 2008-2009 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.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
04.06.09 v2
Something is stirring...in the back of the brain
a thought has passed too quickly to grasp
voices resonate across the expansive room
dull murmurs, walkie-talkie static, phone rings,
doors open and close, open and close
Ants find breadcrumbs in the bedroom
first there are a few and then there is a swarm
tramping through this space
eyes are drifting...drifting close
are we done yet?
'cause somebody is ready to fall sleep
'cause somebody no longer wants to talk
it is better to sleep than to record thoughts
it is better to sleep than to tell the truth
it is better to sleep than to say good-bye
it is better to say good-bye than
fix a point of resentment
point the way, show us the place of
disturbance on your person
the check has been cashed
the players have gone home
the day is starting to close
and you have yet to dismantle
your altar to your goddess
as she lies dead across your arms
All artwork, photos, and text © Copyright 2008-2009 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.
a thought has passed too quickly to grasp
voices resonate across the expansive room
dull murmurs, walkie-talkie static, phone rings,
doors open and close, open and close
Ants find breadcrumbs in the bedroom
first there are a few and then there is a swarm
tramping through this space
eyes are drifting...drifting close
are we done yet?
'cause somebody is ready to fall sleep
'cause somebody no longer wants to talk
it is better to sleep than to record thoughts
it is better to sleep than to tell the truth
it is better to sleep than to say good-bye
it is better to say good-bye than
fix a point of resentment
point the way, show us the place of
disturbance on your person
the check has been cashed
the players have gone home
the day is starting to close
and you have yet to dismantle
your altar to your goddess
as she lies dead across your arms
All artwork, photos, and text © Copyright 2008-2009 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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