Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
and dress them in warm clothes again.
How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
until they forget that they are horses.
It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
it’s more like a song on a…
"Between stubborn leaves
that flutter like bats
someone’s shout across the ravine
becomes your name,
the moon’s silver thumb
edging through the key-hole
to thin my body through."
I once tried being a classy guy, but after a few days I was exhausted.
"Point Guard" 3x4 feet © Katlyn Hubner mixed media. #oilandacrylic #mixedmedia #plastic #seattleart #portlandart