Acquired: Angry Paper Airplane Art Piece

This art piece is simple but speaks to those of us who havelost love and had to spell it out to ourselves on paper. I figured we had given our hearts to the wind anyway.

I wanted it as a simple entry piece to the exhibit and book project.

Made from a wadded-up love letter written in a rage filled black marker. the piece has been coated with a resin and built into it's foam core stand.

Courtesy: Donated by Artist "Tiki " George Hartley

Aquired: The Rights to Publish JACARANDA by Tommy Sweeny

http://www.jacarandabytommysweeny.blogspot.com
...this is a heartfelt & terrific story about two people in love.

Courtesy Tommy Sweeny
Atlanta

Sample:

That day I leaned
on the trunk of that tree –
you were miles away . . . across
that purple city – I photographed
some ants toting the violet
blooms down the trunk to
their hiding space and I wondered
what we would have for dinner
later that evening when I
returned home and would surely
have to knock, key or not,
as the doors and the keys
down in your country are strange.

Do they eat those, I wondered.
Those purple buds –
those tokens of the time we shared
-- those symbols of your city.
They carried them on their backs
like they were going to a feast.

We clung together as in a dream.
We cling together now from
separate hemispheres. Distance is
discipline. To what stern
teacher do I aim my gratitude
for this lesson in fortitude?
Nothing is now nor ever has been
as sweet as the misery
of continents.

Autumn by Indira Renganathan

Autumn

Summer droplets sweating on autumn
Perspiring brother builds his equinox column
Provoked earth invokes southwesterly solemn
For humans ever summer they condemn

Autumn is good barbering the trees
To brown and wither strewn their leaves
On Adiperukku blessed autumn by swelling rivers
Sow to later blossom variable the seeds

Questing along with the fluttering southwesterly
Autumn clinks and clinks bangles genuinely
On Adipooram with all goddesses thoroughly
Marking the goddess of genesis augustly

Autumn is the sacred son of goddess A
mmaHoli-dipped on Adi amavasai turns the cause of arcana
Ere monsoon enters into nature's arena
For soothing autumn a continual hosanna

Autumn by women adored and idolized
Around power of Shakti for it is centralised
Women to Varalakshmi while surrendered
Autumn propitiates Avani avittam anew freshened

Autumn marches on showering drizzles
At courtallam with festive hurtles
Then to make for Lord Krishna delicacies
Rushes with Lord Ganesh ingesting dumplings

That the Lords apprise of a purpose
Autumn is obedient with obeissance to the manes
Then busy propitiating Dasara deities
Invokes autumn Shakti for the approaching rains

Indira Renganathan

Dirty Old Fire by Lindsay Crosby

Dirty old fire

Fire in my hair
Fire in my eyes
Fire between my thighs
Thank you for the fire

Fire gone and burned down my house
Fire deflowered me
Fire drew me in
Fire on the television
Fire dancing in the nude
Fire the best liar of them all
Thank you Fire

Lindsay Crosby

Anger

By Unknown

I hate you motherfucker!
You son of a bitch it’s taken me so long to get to this point
This point where I don’t…well…
I don’t need you that I…
I can’t believe it but I feel like I
I don’t need you
Or want you
Especially I don’t feel wanted by you
I guess it’s over
It’s over in my mind
My mind s full of mush for you and I have to learn to
Squeeze it out.
Damn you and all of your mean, selfish love
Your part time love…
Your unreal, raping love!
Damn you for the pain of needing, hate and seething,
Push me to the side I don’t need you Love.
Damn I’m tired of that.
You son of a bitch motherfucker!
It’s over. You never liked me
You never let yourself be honest enough to like me…now it’s over. You don’t care, or give a shit. I get it.
That’s why I’m wishing you truly get it.
What you truly deserve.
But before that happens, and yes, it will happen---know this Ahole:
That closet is as deep for you as it was for all of us!
It will happen.
It’s happening in the next few minutes
It’s happening now.
You dishonest, liar---see the truth and turn!
See the truth and turn!
I hate you Man.
You were always a bad friend.
Always, afraid.
Unwilling to bend.
Afraid to be seen with me, like me too much.
Take me places.
I was the secret friendship!
I hate the pain I feel when I’m thinkin’ about you Man.
Have a good life.
I'm angry.