Yeva Chisholm is a collage artist and poet from the Willamette Valley, recently relocated to Santa Fe, New Mexico, where…
Salt III: Breathe The first time we smell the air we wail and cry. — King Lear For a long…
I Want To Live My Life in a Rothko Painting --Written to Franz Joseph Haydn’s Quartet in B-flat Major, Op.…
Chibaiskweda I talk more to my father now that he’s gone, perhaps because now I can get a complete thought…
Bull Rider My drug friends gave me reasons to wear the cow outfit, not a farm beast, but one of…
The Fifth Element Pratyahara, withdrawal of the senses, is one of the eight limbs of yoga-- the elusive fifth. Consider…
As Realists Our style has the shelf-life of dark-yellow bananas it reeks of end but I swallow you clawing my…
Delores Pollard’s talent for art was recognized early. She started a group of urban sketchers in college and discovered collage.…
Loggerheads and Leatherbacks Once in the Caribbean brine, away from the prying eyes of my father, lost in blue with…
The Night has her Own Quiet Victory --for the Dutch poet Joop Bersee We came here. Pilgrims. We danced in…