The most beautiful Thing Poem by Tony Nesca

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING

old bag of a caretaker
telling mike he”s too late on rent
she got hump on back
gimp leg
ugliest human alive
spits out rage and disillusion
even the gang members
fear her
the gods tremble
timmy runs down hall
old bag gimpin” after him
sun going down
timmy has nephew
crazy talks and walks like
an adult
he freaky this kid
discusses life death the universe
waves his hand casually
puts smoke in his mouth
timmy slaps it out
then lights one of his own
tracy on corner
happy since bob in jail
she laughs with the neighbourhood
kids
she laughs at the sun
laura grim and wanton
eyes like laser beams
thighs like hercules
everything around her
urban madness
it grows
it ferments and follows
beer vendor on corner
unhappy and dead
guy behind counter face scarred
beyond recognition
eyes twisted
mouth not where it should be
something about a beating
dark people, dark thoughts
people turn away when they see him
mike and laura engage him in conversation
he gentle this monster
he kind and generous
i”m with him right now
small apartment he”s got a beer in hand
he speaks i look at his face,
i listen intently,
i look
he”s beautiful
i”m happy….
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Why Me Poem by Andy Derryberry

Why Me?

Why me? Could be a test I guess
Not by a company but by life in general
It goes after you where you”re weak
Strikes where you”re armor is thin

Could be random aggravation
Not per a plan just chaos
Hard to fight that
So many sucker punches

Maybe underlying universal evil
Kicks everyone around basically the same
Sorta fair I guess but
Maybe fair ain”t all that great

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Connecticut Artist Leif Nilsson

Connecticut Artist Leif Nilsson

Connecticut Artist
Leif Nilsson Spring Street Studio and Gallery, LLC

Connecticut Artist Leif Nilsson is an impressionist. A modern form of Monet in Connecticut. His art is wonderful. His site is so very well done so get out of here and go there.
Click on the pic above and use Cntrl + to enlarge. It’s high-res and you can zoom to the brush strokes. Very pretty close-up. With impasto the eyes loves to just look at ther brushstokes. They are part of the art.
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Artist Leif Nilsson is our content today. We like the way he goes for it.
Any artist knows the cost of materials and impasto is expensive. To paint Van Gogh’s paintings with his materials would cost a small fortune. We admire Leif’s work!

Ainu Madonna Poem by Barbara Spring

Ainu Madonna

Written the day before Easter

White light dreams through

each leaf

each dragonfly wing.

Sophia streams white light

black madonna of the well

virgin of the rocks.

Sunlight opens plum blossoms

warms rock my thighs

we entirely pierced by sunlight:

bear child me.

Their cries bring milk

in starry streams

brimming sweetness

self

bear cub

and baby girl

look into my eyes

as I look into theirs:

tug teat suck

and knead

my breasts jet warm white

streams that pool in

circle of fur curve of belly thighs arms.

We never chose to be

bodies in the milky way–

soft and tender flesh spinning through space

Mother Sophia, black madonna, rock virgin:

So o o o o Fi i i i i a a a a a