BLACK & WHITE & COLOR—ART & POETRY

Below are a few samples of the art and poetry from our current show.
For a description of the show click on the Dirty Palette button, above.

—James L. Weaver

A spark, a flicker, a flash
At dark, far quicker than ash
that falls and burns our skin,
it crawls and learns our sin.
We revel, we cry, oscillate like blips.
There are devils inside these microchips.

—JT Morrow

A graceful dancer
leads the wind in harmony
Fragrance is released.

—Janet A. Barker

The river mouths the rocks strew in its bed
From thundered mountains to the ocean's might
And races through its course with white foam spread.

While holding proudly high a snow melt head
For all its twisted length of headlong flight,
The river mouths the rocks strewn in its bed

It carves round basins and with mist is wed
At places where it tumbles in the light
And races through its course with white foam spread.

And strength increases where with silt its fed
By mumbling streams which ass their muddy bite,
The river mouths the rocks strewn in its bed.

With current sucked by spreading width instead
Its claims against a dam its passage right
And races through its course with white foam spread.

Repeating echoes mumble what is said,
But roaring messages all day and night,
The river mouths the rocks strewn in its bed
And races through its course with white foam spread.

—Rod Clark

I cringe against cacophony
as shrieking gulls
slash long wings into the roar
of surf on rocks.
They make less complete
the finality of restlessness
crashing with what will not move.
While in the spread-out globe above,
where blue stirs light around white clouds,
gulls' wings stand in strong fixed curves,
and the birds lie motionless
riding currents of distant silence
which boom on stretched forever's walls.

—Rod Clark