Details of Giorgione’s The Tempest (c. 1507)

Ignited eyes in candlelight,
impaled exhale
for swallowed knives;

hiccupped inside.
Vulture of my immortal
shrieking jealousies

aflame —
Beyond the breathy pane,
its wings betray

the coming rain.
Can’t you hear its squall
over Stella and bar talk?

The resonance of hell
undulating over sidewalk.
Listen —

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Bob Ross

I toss a napkin into the trash, the one
I used to dry my hands,
Barely damp and utterly clean —
Then suddenly, in my vision gleams
Scorched, squandered,
The true and only jewel
Beveled smooth by gravity’s pull.
I turn it in my fingers —
Corroded patina. O herald
Of hopelessness, commence this coil!
Blue petals and crude oil;
The pungent narcissus
In the dirt of my brain. I am not afraid
Of death but reckoning, shame.

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Whistler, Nocturne in Black and Gold — The Falling Rocket (c. 1875)

In police school, I was told, trainees
must be shot with the white-hot
tongue of a taser, just to taste it;

every muscle consumed
by electric teeth, only to be spit back out whole.

Momentary madness:
exorcism of the soul — which is to say, medicinal.

A far cry from the crater in my brain
that you left like a comet-tailed stroke.

Grief is hot and burns slow.

I eat my dinner that tastes like my day
to chew my sadness and swallow,
and try to catch fire tomorrow.

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Is it the smoke on my tongue
Or the smell of you (heavy, gone)
That draws me to the window,
And with gaping chest I swallow
Sharp, dark air
To clear away the taste
And fill these hollow lungs.

I am learning how to lose
And how to wander fading halls—
My night ghost finds you stirring,
And wet in your eyes, wide
With the terror of seeing death,
Is the flicker of a nightlight
Sleeping beside you in your bed.

I consigned myself to teeter
On this high and rocky cliff which
Separates the souls below
Into slayers or the slain.
Decision brought me here,
So how I wish to fall
And be carried by the wind.

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Madeline Loesch

Madeline Loesch

I reflect on technology and time, with an emphasis on conscious use of social industry platforms. I also write poems.