POETRY & ARTWORK

the interpretation of transition;

Makayla Armijo

transpose -

mark up the meaning to make a force worth feeling

the bitterness of colors in your skin. forever decided to

strike back in thoughts, words burrowed in the corner of lips,

and the person entertaining all lightness will hide them self;

burrowed, entwined in my skin.

time teaches to shield from the gods

with heavy arms, the dark ages and allude to illusions

of an empty spirit without love.

hope, receding the lines of creativity and envision a new lie to see.

revise, the premise of a falling instrument to force feed elements into dreams.

increase consumption and ignore what is lacked. you are emotionally stale

and crave flesh to replenish. the tender sounds a muscle makes

and a person can coo them self into your heart.

hear airy-ness of inhales and process the texture and dynamics

of the pulsing center. a voice playing pizzicato in your ears and

finger prints slip through hair, evidence placing touch and

decrescendo into the silence of sleep, cocooned into his chest.

you are enthrawled, encumbered by fondness and idleness

in arms, stikes fear.

Still Talking to the soft static voice at the other End

Masterpiece pumpkin, your shirt still smells like you

In the corner of memories, those Hawaiian print patterns on your

Little outfit set, purple and white and sticky

Pale as the rice in your bowl

As the chop sticks that leaned in pans

As the acid erosion eating at my early teeth

After leechee fruit cubes in tiny gelatin packages, handed to me

I can touch your doll clothes in the lost and found of my mind,

Taste the air he made salty by your tiny tears

When the boy mocked your words, name

Did he ever grow up knowing

You were the phoenix of this desert?

That the sun set for you, dear girl,

And that summer you left, you took the warmth

Did he feel it? Did he know?

That we wrote letters in bubble handwriting

On milky blue lines with glittered gel colors

And that our hands met words to speak when we could not

That the moon belonged to Hawaiian purple with the slender frame

And big brawny me wrapped in black vinyl jacket year-round?

I’ll tell him, sweet haze, that we never forgot to be children,

That we grew up in the heart of eleven years

And never apart though separate,

You with your red and gold new-year packets

With your sesame fish spine snacks and canned corn,

Rising above the dry heat into a bird,

I’ll never let those tears put out

your flame before you could become, again

Inspiration and Beyond

i see gaseous dust, maybe a solar powered respirator…. images based on things that amaze me. Scientific advancement - technology and humanity; creation and invention; medical science and the depths of outer-space. our relationship with the each. in case you don’t know - NASA has a tumblr and posts images caught by the largest telescopes ever built (the ones from the Hubble are particularly humbling…) its one of the few blogs i follow and it never ceases to - dare i say - blow my mind. sometimes i feel a bit guilty about it, peeking helplessly with whole sockets exposed and mouth hung open - as though my eyes are on something i was never meant to see… the forbidden: religion. (or as close to religion we can comprehend in a physical and multi-dimentional way.) if you care at all i recommend you take a look yourself - it will leave you rewarded.