I have found my calligraphy
said Barbara Hepworth
glued to her wheelchair smoking a cigarette.
Behind this nonpareil beauty there are
spores & motes
swirling
carrying
pestilence
death a desire for annihilation.
Jealousy is a Greek invention.
The sky sighs softly almost Shakespearean maybe too Shakespearean maybe a hint of the Sophoclean.
The wind stirs thoughts.
If I fall into the sky who will save me?
S.B. Woodcock
aiurea press 