Contemporary American Art – Felix Burgos
Below – “Dog’s Best Friend”; “Cruising Along Chelsea”; “Double Dutch”; “The Kite Runner”; “Watching The City Go By”; “Crosswalk.”
A Poem for My Grandson on His Birthday
by Calef Brown
Light bulbs on a birthday cake.
What a difference that would make!
Plug it in and make a wish,
then relax and flip a switch!
No more smoke
or waxy mess
to bother any birthday guests.
But Grampa says, “it’s not the same!
Where’s the magic?
Where’s the flame?
To get your wish without a doubt,
You need to blow some candles out!”
Below (photographs) – “Far Off Near the Desert”; “Main Street – DTLA”; “Canadian Geese – Belle Isle”; “The Ritz”; “Hollywood”; “The Broad.”
by Jenny Joseph
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Below – “Turquoise delight”; “Desire”; “Emerald”; “Forget me not”; “Spring whisper nr3”;“Carnival in the garden.”
A Poem for Today
by Debra Wierenga
Your pansies died again today.
All June I’ve watched them scorch and fall
by noon, their faces folding down
to tissue-paper triangles.
I bring them back with water, words,
a pinch, but they are sick to death
of resurrection. You planted them
last fall, these “Chillers” guaranteed
to come again in spring. They returned
in April—you did not. You who said
‘pick all you want, it just makes more!’
one day in 1963,
and I, a daughter raised on love
and miracles, believed it.
Below – Vasile Bogdan Antochi: “Pansies”
Contemporary American Art – Kim Kimbro
Below – “until the end of the world”; “zero effs”; “don’t stop believin’”; “heralds, travellers and thieves”; “if I can’t have you I don’t want nobody baby”; “wrath and tears.”
A Poem for Today
by Jillena Rose
Bones are easier to find than flowers
in the desert, so I paint these:
Fine white skulls of cows and horses.
When I lie flat under the stars
in the back of the car, coyotes howling
in the scrub pines, easy to feel how those bones
are so much like mine: Here is my pelvis,
like the pelvis I found today
bleached by the sun and the sand. Same
hole where the hip would go, same
white curve of bone beneath my flesh
same cradle of life, silent and still in me.
Below – Georgia O’Keeffe: “Pelvis with the Distance”