VALENTINA CANO : Seasonal Depression
VAL MAGNUSON : Triptych Spring
BILL CARROLL : When you no longer love the flowers
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Seasonal Depression Triptych Spring When you no longer love the flowers


VALENTINA CANO
Seasonal Depression
A branch, suspended on a breath of summer, gazed out onto the ruined city. It blinked, bark crunching, scratching, attempting to see even father, past the buildings dangling like knives off the sky. The branch peered at the paths, rough tongues of asphalt, feeling their heat reaching up, stroking its underside. The branch winced and tried to pull back. No luck.
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Seasonal Depression Triptych Spring When you no longer love the flowers


VAL MAGNUSON
Triptych Spring
I malachite moon, deep silk obsidian sky timeline visions intangibly traced in reflections on a vase daydream technicolor views through choreographed cosmic skylights dancing meteors, reeling comets pale and distant stars stepping livelier by far timelessly winter unravels its wallflower cocoon and enters a new state- II unveiling the Mona Lisa face elegant lady in fragrant embossing shoes earth flower gown hems caressing neglected ground arriving none too soon transforming earth, hemispheres, and every room from there to here- the floral delivery goddess III april on top of houses under the blue pie femme fatal sky garden sunshine flowers peace songs romance suites playing everywhere, unfurled I love the world when you are in it spring girl-
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Seasonal Depression Triptych Spring When you no longer love the flowers


BILL CARROLL
When you no longer love the flowers
When you no longer love the flowers Then surely it must be time to go to bed To slip into the warm bath of tear-fed waters Like a ship set out upon the black and placid sea. If the garden no longer holds your eye Neither entrancing nor distracting with its circus of Velvet Fox gloves, Hare's chiming bells, and snapping dragons Then the whole world can offer no better hope. Down your quivering cheeks, tears form rivulets And my song can no longer soothe you, my child. My voice has become like the empty fruit cases in autumn Trampled and washed away by the storm. When your eyes are no longer butterflies beckoned by the hues, The intricate geometries and the perfumes of Eden Then sleep, like a wiser death, must cradle and rock you Through that winter, until you love the flowers again.
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VALENTINA CANO : Seasonal Depression
VAL MAGNUSON : Triptych Spring
BILL CARROLL : When you no longer love the flowers


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