Ink Node: Annmarie Lockhart

Sheepskin Armor

2010-08-19T21:45:51-07:00

It's a pastoral scene: a Sunday drive,
the Amish farm, cotton balls dot an
emerald landscape on a clear-sky
day. A picture doesn't always
tell a thousand words.

What gets me is the animal
scent, gamey and hot, like
waves of...

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Flight Song

2010-08-19T21:30:33-07:00

bird on glass
feathers and bits
outline open-winged
flight and the crash,
unexpected, that
left no body but
only a picture
of freedom

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City Snowscape (Remembered)

2010-08-19T21:18:47-07:00

That winter had to be
the coldest up north
we'd lived together,
the only winter
I could talk you
into moving home
with me to Georgia.

You miss it now,
your city apartment,
with the pocket doors
(frosted...

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Winter Dismissed

2010-03-30T09:16:03-07:00

In the middle of a snowfall
On winter's own first night,
I walked out into the dark
And welcomed winter white.

First snow's flakes, they fell so light
Upon my hands and face,
Kissing me, caressing me,
They set my heart...

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Hester and Dimmesdale: Still Puritans After All These Years

2009-12-18T22:26:33-08:00

The unexpected nuzzle,
the most intimate of hugs
is the taking in
the genuine embrace
sunlight on her skin
one half to the other
his right to her left
the first, last, and every
that admits no other.

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