Toilet Paper Mummy Wrap
Mountains are modern pyramids
A place to bury
Maybes or I'll tries
The way you look at me
Makes me want to saddle up my winged seahorse
And write math equations
On church walls
But let's save
Those theatrics
For when the shower curtain rises
This watershed
Will be a perfect place
To store our pipes in
WHY THE WEST IS WILD
Dug in like mind spurs
Reminiscence is riding
Scuttling over paper surfaces
Marks made with unforgettable ink and imploded destiny
Steps planted in dry pulp
Twigs snapping out a tune for soles that linger
Tangibility deserted this town long ago
Leaving it to ghosts and dreamers
THE GEOLOGY OF MUSIC
Radio carbon listening
To diamond mine songs
With ears once covered in the clay of mass consumption
That are now made into earthborn jars
Filled with honey harmonies
Your nonlinear thought collapses my horizon
Leaving me riding your cycling records into glory
WIND SIFTER
Unpolished object of lore
A doorstep discovery ornaments my table
Dusky shape with many versions
This raw root of relations is a peek into holy expression
A record of alchemy scorched days spent extracting history from the future
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Stephanie Galloway is an artist and writer who lives and works in Albuquerque, NM. Educated at the University of New Mexico, Galloway is the founder of the Albuquerque chapter of Free Art Friday.
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