Tuesday, March 20, 2007

"Skeletal Hand"

Naked, white birches scattered among the turning maples like the crooked, skeletal hand of an octogenarian. The heavens are a slab of muted slate that hovers over my head with a sad, glaring oppression tearing into the flesh. Aleathia Drehmer 2006

1 comment:

JOS said...

Fuck, you're good. I am getting intimidated here...I love your stuff. Can't wait to read the rest of these when I have time.