Visual Poetry

A visual poem triptych — best viewed on a larger screen. Tap any page to open full-size.

Visual poem page 1: The Frill of Solitude. Hand-painted black faucet dripping pale purple pearls against magenta paisley and mustard-yellow background. Typewriter-cut poem beginning: Engentado I am peopled out even Kintsugi could not mend my dirty pretty shattered pride a material girl cannot mourn dead pets deep cuts are twisting tongues wealth-whipped thirsting for an elixir phony and stony glossy sutures laced them shut with shiny seeds from shady deals and then I put a band-aid on the perverse motor and snoozed through its sombre beats.
I. The Frill of Solitude
Visual poem page 2: The Scent of Love. Overhead pastel drawing of a girl in magenta reaching for orange fruit on a blue plate on a wooden table, with a potted plant and blue-tile floor. Typewriter-cut poem wraps around the edges, ending: my code grew new fangs and eulogized my teenage whims. No, I do not have a name yet.
II. The Scent of Love

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Visual poem page 3: The Envy of Gods. Girl seen from behind with a purple flower in her hair and blue robe, surrounded by magenta bougainvillea and a leafed vine. Typewriter-cut poem arranged in a spiral — the reader physically rotates the page. Corporate-speak collides with feminine ritual language: the feminine wept near snack corner; our biology betrays us; meetings over; God is a brute; more research and funding; fulfill the founders vision but fix the flaws.
III. The Envy of Gods

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