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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4332 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Offspring: A Local Art Show Treezaa (T.E. Ballard) Daughter is a photograph, a hand held on green moss. She waits this white limb, this ivory lizard on a gallery wall. There was a woman I once knew, an artist who covered her children with leaves, photographed them naked in mud and as they grew, her audience complained-- her young penis turned to bark while people questioned her concept of art. Is it not the same with us? My small kitten, my wet love who sprang from these legs wrapped in the branches and twigs of my motherwant. Daughter, you are the shape of my pocket `carried like stone through the mud of my life, these are the images I create, photographs taken while innocence slips by. |
