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Four Uut Tanka

meeah williams

There is hardly room in the jar for you so I take you out in the rain & clip you to the clothesline beside my old clownface

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There was a dead body in the motel pool that turned out to be a radio antennae broadcasting the Civil War

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Between stooped shoulders I carry a giant eyeball right off a cliff— it opens wider & wider all the way down

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Ground zero winked— I was late for the debriefing; meanwhile, my diary married & had 3 kids without me

The Other Month of February

meeah williams

licorice wind in a puddle of syrup the hammer stands up

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downwind otter the popover treatise fly to Spain

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dangerous pencil well at least the elves are happy

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marble eggroll the scotch bottle filled with middle names

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insect comedy the electrical outlet poorly erased

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two deck chairs burst into flame actually, I’m logged out

2 uut-tankas

Meeah Williams

We’re chatting on the street when a shot rings out— you turn into 3 large scarecrows reflected in a mirror & I grow wings

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Unripe cherries the antlered man sleeping under the porchlight teapots circling the house next door

The Epitaph of Argentina

Lybra Ray

It was the last week of the residency before the show and I realized I had no pieces that conveyed the emotions I had been feeling the entire time I was there. Once I completed the piece these words flowed out of my soul. I thought I’d send you the image and the poem because they go hand-in-hand! “Because sometimes wild and free actually feels like you're falling and your rhythm with time just keeps stalling. It’s like your soul’s exploding, can’t catch your breath, there’s air but you’re choking. So you succumb to the moment and enjoy the stumble into nothing.

I’m a collage artist//poet from Haven, WI. I created this piece when I was in my artist residency in La Plata, Argentina back in September. The title of my show was Wild and Free.

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