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Tag Archives: Kenneth Alewine
We drive fast by an October cornfield watching blonde rows vibrate like the bristles of a comb run across with a finger. Wavy skid marks like black sine curves plot near misses and a swerve vanishing on the berm. Down … Continue reading
Narrow door on a yacht, starboard on the deck, slim passage for a crew of one, an old man whose bones look discovered from the dig of his winnowed skin. American anorexic, retired to a cabin of tight appetites, buoyant … Continue reading
Cerulean blue wash a sky without atmospheric effects. Close-up of jetty pink granite, embedded black flecks translucent chips. Pearl suds on wave cusps at low tide seaweed anklets, ribbed sands fish scale, shell fragments. Paint blotches seeping through the backside … Continue reading
Yellow green, recuperating on terra cotta. Vermillion flap spreads taut from its neck rum eyes with blue-green rims beady skin primed by daylight. Leap to the black-green hedges in the hurry time of reptiles and jitterbug camo. Kenneth Alewine is … Continue reading
Green onions, violet sky eggplant, yellow crookneck squash potatoes stained like pennies. Garden vegetables pulled from the dark soil, raw sienna, burnt carmine, umbers asphaltum roots. Bushels of purple hulls, green and red tomatoes straw baskets and metal scales steel … Continue reading
Single blade of grass painted on the folds of a scented fan decoration carved on a fan spinning from the ceiling the prop on stage in a theater of plants. The room turning like phonograph labels scratchy vinyl blues boxy … Continue reading