Diana Lemieux
Tags/ Posted by Teia PearsonHow the Muses have treated us. They: Sing of rage, then ragers. Sing of weapons, then men.continue reading this poem
“My images are often ethereal and mysterious. I love creating stories that leave the viewer wondering what happened before and what might happen next.”
Savannah Daras
Tags/ Posted by Teia Pearsonsit with me in the dawn, watch me / peel the pineapple, flavor it / with lemon and papaya, brew for you / a delicate teacontinue reading this poem
“I bring out the magical and dream-like qualities in people and the world around me. I am going to travel the world and drink in every bit of beauty that I can find.”
Matteo Mezzetta
Tags/ Posted by Carmelita CaruanaSince I was young, I've been the youngest and worshipped Venus in the sacred and fragrant colonnades of even her humblest serving maidscontinue reading this poem
Hyperrealistic monochrome paintings in oil on canvas by Milan based French-Italian artist Matteo Mezzetta.
Glenda Lissette
Tags/ Posted by Teia PearsonWrite poems because you have been shattered, because poetry is sacred and holy, because a poem left unwritten dies and you become a walking tomb, a whitewashed sepulcher.continue reading this poem
“I am 17 years old. I’ve moved around quite a lot in my lifetime, almost every year of my life. I’ve always enjoyed snapping stills but I think my passion for photography grew as I lived in Guatemala. I think it was the extremities of the country; both the horror and the beauty. “
Casey Matthews
Tags/ Posted by Lesley FrenzYour name spoken to a stranger whose hands grapple with it.continue reading this poem
Translucent washes of color recall water washing over sand or the pearl-like finish of the inside of a seashell. Amoebic shapes cluster together like bubbles, a few occasionally breaking from the pack and seeming to drift across and down the surface of the canvas.
Francois Reau
Tags/ Posted by Teia PearsonThe moon cannot be stolen, only borrowed. Tonight, after your shift ends, I tell you about a surprise in the freezer.continue reading this poem
Réau’s works spread, every second, little pieces of life; and display, between the fire and the water, the primordial elements of humanity, its questions and advancements.
