The Rainbow Project

My nephew and niece, half-white all-Black, don’t care about my divided self my split-at-the-rootness, Christian blah blah Jewi...

Purple   Like a desert flower, they surprise, pop up on islands of late winter mud.   Burst through bare patches of grass. Symbols...

Belle Koblentz: Astra Fantasy Once, I was a painter, a colorist. Today, I am a photographer, a digital artist, who approaches the ph...

Early April Violet     An ordinary shift in the chilly wind brings this seed to sprout amid braided debris, just above the high-wat...

Rose of Sharon   Last week, you held one debut bloom aloft, High harbinger of this outburst, this spree ...

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  Jesalah Love Art Neon Sign After Keith Haring The Foldout Couch   His force thumps the entire divan against the renter-white wall, ...

photo credit: Roxanne Hoffman  Wild Is the Wind (sung by Nina Simone)   do you hear the wind? see that scarlet leaf dance on concr...

photo credit: Don Hogle Red Geraniums   Was it on the ferry to Mount Athos that the spring sun felt hot on my face, the wind still co...

Fever I  was fourteen when my best friend Kyra’s mother died. At the funeral there were flyers on the seats with a black and w...

Sunday Evenings   Dishes whimpered to be washed. After that task, she swept the bathroom floor, then swept the kitchen floor and sw...