“There is another world, but it is in this one.”
Paul Éulard
Sister, On Your Heart
A poem for my sister on her wedding day.
Elegy
I wrote this piece two years following the death of my brother; it describes Ireland’s Cliffs of Moher and the unearthly sensation of carrying loss along the cliffsides. Photo taken by Beth Tockey Williams.
Dry Tortugas Artist Residency
Announcing the Dry Tortugas 2019 Artists in Residence!
Somnambule
A Lost-and-Found film based on early animation clips available at the Library of Congress. Follow this white rabbit into a lucid dream. Hope you enjoy!
Crab Walk: Dissolution of A Dream from Within (Part 3)
Even now, as my heart still beats, I can feel the molt begin. Pavement under my boots crumbles into sand. My nightly hot showers mock the sea. My skin may as well be scales, or shell. I taste only salt. I look at her and am scooped into a bucket to be poked and studied…
Crab Walk: Invasion (Part 2)
Tomorrow I’ll wake to the ether and seek the color of her in the darkness. Buttery red, the flush of pale skin mid-laugh. Her essence will be my only guide back to the earth, where I will take the form of wind in Spanish moss. Where she goes I will go. What she feels I…
Crab Walk: A Descent Into Phantasmagoria (Part 1)
The events of that night woke me to the world a new person. New, though, suggests an improvement upon the old and that’s certainly not the case. That night I became less than I was before, when I had the hope of her. I realized upon waking, that if I were to die this moment,…
The Rabbit Box
He was only ten. It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon when he was walking home from school and he had forgotten his umbrella. Everyone believed it would be a cold but sunny day. Instead, his shoes filled up with mud and his glasses were too speckled with mist for him to have any clear idea…
Collage Poem
Created for a multi-genre writing course, just having some fun with texture and message.
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