ice floe
a milky crystal fallen its meadows dipping into canyon constellations the rivers are idling diamond mirrors as sharp as smashed windshields smeared on these floating anchors these past and future clouds these polar foils luster heaps lunar impressions these lakes in the making where the sea is the soil the white also blue the lantern a breath the runoff its cliff the compass a gull the lion a seal the tourist a sparrow, the bear a bear
Poem by Kristin Howe
Found Object Art by Marissa Leitch
melt
Piles of memories topple down a mountain
While I sip my cocktail
Ingredients from the world
perfectly positioned for my drink
Sitting in a box with soft objects to rest
Meanwhile its still creeping in
No matter what I do to convince myself
Pinch me forever and I might not feel it
But then its too late
Drying up like sun on a white shirt
The ice is melting
The water within is withering
Eyes wet while a heart beats fast
Thirst is on its way
Its only a matter of time in forever
Whatever that means
Past our prime
Not much has changed
We’re still taking her for granted
Glacial patterns etched in rock
Empty glasses dust filled molasses
Its disappearing and its rapid
Continue on to pay the price
Dripping with dread
Convenience drowns sight to bed
Poem by Marissa Leitch
Linocut by Kristin Howe
