art and poetry

fāz/Back Issue

 

Back Issues

 

like an ancient comic book,

or carved rock face,

centuries forgotten,

but valuable, inside.

still available from the publisher,

at a price.

like the burning heart that reaches

and twists the lower spine,

hurt upon hurt.

like the never resolved

and never forgiven issues

from the past.

this face, i see,

reminded

by a smell,

a colour,

a dream.

when the black and white

back issues rise again,

so surprised to be woken

from early hibernation,

longing, reaching out, swollen…

it’s a stretch…

I thought I understood

this backbone of connection.

But Obviously

i was wrong,

all the way along the line,

I was wrong.

It is an issue of each past

of us all

and the future of illusion.

Not,

as I thought,

connection.

Back then of her and him.

And this face,

‘Sand Worms from Dune’

she said, emerging.

Me? It was always Alice,

searching for an entrance

to the beautiful garden.

Looking down at her feet

a lifetime distance away…

Connection lost.

Back Issue. 18×14. Acrylic on paper on panel. By clinock.

Full Moon

full-moon

Not all full moons are filled with romance, some radiate madness and partings…

 

Poem by George Gordon Byron – Lord Byron. 1788–1824. Interpreted by Leonard Cohen.

Drawing: Full Moon by clinock. 18″ x 24″. Pastel and conte on Paper.

A Case of You (6)

focus 2

Focus;

move the eye or heart a fraction of an inch

and the whole universe changes

within this gleaming arc.

 

Concentrate;

in moments of inattention brides are stolen,

the careful line smudged

and the pencil broken.

 

Hypnotized

and enchanted by these graphite trails

hopelessly lost

in this curve of dreams.

 

Drowning

in rivers of light and sanguine seas

I breathe you deeply

as I swim the night.

 

Reflected;

the warped familiarity of the room

folds your body into

intricate arabesques.

 

Drawing;

my arm, hand, fingers and thoughts

curl away into infinity

stretching imagination.

 

Entangled;

you are trapped in mirrored labyrinths,

not recognizing me

as I search for you.

 

/ art and poem by clinock /

A Case of You (5)

White

Sunday Haiku – Between:

everyday magic

she opens between flowers

enchanting this man.

 

you on a blue raft

between blue sky and sea

dressed in blue silence.

 

smushing strawberries

between stained lips and tongue

taste my sweet juices.

 

sweetest summer wine

passed between your mouth and mine

inhaling your eyes.

 

between us tonight

only a sighing of stars

the scent of lilac.

 

embraced between lights

shimmering on waves of sun

exciting the moon.

 

/ art and haiku by clinock /

A Case of You (4)

reunion

it is not so long since

you fell away

into unexpected distance

and fragmented silence,

and yet, as in knowing you,

it fills a lifetime.

 

this summer night

wraps me in your absence,

warm and stitched

by wired crows

blackly drawn

on electric staves

scratching empty sky

with torrid blues.

 

dusked and lost

I walk in circles as

you crystallize in me,

a rose between my ribs,

wild surf in my eyes,

brambles penetrating bone,

hot winds across my thighs

and a dislocation

in my reaching hands.

 

I wonder how it is for you

to have me rolling

in your highway head

like a loose marble

in a roaring train;

rattling, tickling, falling

between bare legs

under your clutch,

sounding a different beat

to the radio’s song.

 

this is a space of consequence,

a chant of meditation,

a cello in an empty church,

the long cry of a loon,

howling of ragged wolves

in moonlight

and all the choirs of my heart

calling you home.

 

/ art and poem by clinock /

A Case of You (3)

three-am-

On days when you go

more distant than far,

my skin is pulled to you,

stretched outward

as if to make that final

supreme effort

to find you and

stop you from

disappearing

into that cloud of

unknowing

where you lived

before .

 

On days when you go

I unhinge a little more

than usual

and hang around

the laptop with this

excuse and that.

I talk, more than is seemly,

to the cat.

I lose my keys,

break glasses

and keep glancing

at your photo

to be sure.

 

On days when you go

I go with you,

I can’t help it.

This arc of light

between us

draws me to you

attached by

filaments of stars,

dewy webs of morning

and the honeyed rivulets

of loving.

 

I go with you

I can’t help it.

 

/ art and poem by clinock /

A Case of You (2)

The Lovers. 18" x 24". charcoal and pastel on paper. (Drwg # 15).

Full moon in May.

Sensuality blossoms

on your skin

as it

rises to meet me.

I am alert

and vigilant as

oceans swell and burst,

as moonlight binds the limbs

to the night bird and the rain

and darkness trembles

around us.

 

Within my careful watch

I sleep and dream

of sandwiched sweat

between hot flesh,

of ragged animals walking streets

like fingernails on thighs

and lunar tongues

licking our bodies

together.

 

This is the peaceful part

of this wave

of oceanic enchantment.

The ivory goddess

has only just begun

her smoky promises.

Breath is held,

and waits…

 

/ art and poem by clinock /