saltwateri.saltwater by beeinthebottle
the air smelled of cyanide
we walked along
some Amsterdam canal
you looked at me,
then the sky broke open;
and the rains came
what I know about taffy:
it makes kids happy
it's sold near piers
it sticks to your fingers when you eat it
it's almost the exact opposite of cyanide
you can't begin to believe you've had enough—
until it's too late
what i know about cyanide:
it makes you sick
it kills quickly
it comes in bottles
it smells like almonds
it is almost the exact opposite of taffy
you can't begin to understand you're dying—
until it's too late
not grief, but something like itmy grandmother's tartan bag sits on an upside-down bucket in the basement,not grief, but something like it by consolecadet
full to the brim with little liquor bottles and cardboard boxes
I go to do the laundry,
pass it twice an hour
and every time, just for a moment, I think she's visiting
This, TooI point to the hair on my knuckleThis, Too by vespera
and you say, “yes, this, too, I love.”
It is longer than the year before, curling
a little farther from my body. I say so
and you say, "I know."
I pull it out to two options: am I angry
that you saw my body betraying youth,
that first little slide, and did not tell me?
Or, do I pat your rounding belly and say,
“yes, this, too, I love.”
4 haiku in parting.we left the gas station at 8.4 haiku in parting. by glossolalias
i could see all the candy lights,
reds stuck in your dashboard,
count the spots on your cheeks.
you said you thought about me a lot.
7 motes from your eyelashes,
traded with a silver band on the carpet,
then i waited for a late ride home.
my stomach popped.
outside became a violet,
and while the windows were open,
you rubbed my shoulder.
AnswersDreaming in excess, climbing trees in the nightAnswers by Bark
Lowering your guard when the sounds of the trains
Almost wake you but don't, instead filtering in
Becoming long black snakes worming their way
Through the darkness of dead crowds standing
Shifting from foot to foot, thinking about things
That only the dead think of, smiling, smiling
Smiling at the depth of the distance between worlds
Watching for signs of tree-climbers questioning
Whispering answers for those who have an ear to hear
We stormed the beach and found shells and stones
Tracks leading into the sea under moonlit skies
The moon smiled its secret smile but remained speechless
Knowing too much to tell, what a burden it must be
We wore neon coats against the chill wind and danced
Knowing that all was as it should be, better or worse
That everything changes and is hammered together
By the clocks which make the sun rise and set on time
Keeping watch over the dreamers and their dreams
Bringing us ever closer to the whispered answers
A Day Well Spent
Sand between the toes.
The roar of the ocean.
A child's laugh.
Coming home, tired, sun baked, and wet,
Yet happy: A day well spent.
If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be? I used to be reasonably good with an SLR camera; I'd like at least the same level of skill on my DLSR. (I finally learned what most of the settings mean, so maybe....) I'd love to be able to sketch in charcoal. But I can't sketch. I'm hopeless.
What was your first favorite? I think it was this one, by Slinkers:
What type of art do you tend to favorite the most? Poetry. Not much of a surprise there, either.
Who is your all-time favorite deviant artist? "All-time favorite"? I hate lists, and this isn't meant to be one. A few people have stood out, though—not simply as artists, but for a lot of reasons, and in no particular order: Bark, FuzzyHoser, riparii, STelari, Scarlettletters, RichardLeach, thetaoofchaos. Love to you all.
If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be? Someday Ms. FuzzyHoser will actually grace us folks on the Left Coast. She's been taunting us with it for ages. I'd go visit her, but I can't speak Southern.
How has a fellow deviant affected your life? Wow, now I'm tearing up. Mr. Bark believed in me, and so I started to believe in me. RIP, my friend.
What are your preferred tools to create art? My Asus Transformer notebook, or any laptop. I barely remember how to write long hand.
What is the most inspirational place for you to create art? Pubs. Hands down. They are great places to be solitary enough so you can write but not so solitary that you feel as if you are totally alone in the world and nobody loves you.
What is your favourite DeviantArt memory? A while back now, I stumbled on this really kewl pen that had a hat icon on it, so I sent it to RichardLeach for reasons that should be obvious. I was chuffed with myself (and apparently still am...). For those not in the know, Richard's icon is: