We are equally wrecked, and I do not need a drop of drink to loosen my tongue and un-prise my grasp and concede my bestial organ to your demand.
I dare any
Of the commonly-afflicted to defy
The scour of unseldom piercing sting–
Ever sweeter than it seems.
As martyred saints
Where sinews graze the light,
Between branded limbs.
Quickens the pulse.
Whimsy merges with melancholy to evoke the spectrum of conflicting emotions, as explored through Bee Queen’s artworks: dark-themed tableaux reflecting glimmers of love-light through a painted lens of hope.
you own them
as slaves own
not even their
one of his own
The color she picks is metallic purple. It reminds me of a skirt I used to wear to the club-of-the-week before I became legal. As she takes in every colorful detail of her favorite superhero cartoon, I paint her tiny fingernails more carefully than I’ve ever painted my own. I don’t tell her that one […]
Each time I drive by Apartment 8, I chance a glance at the 2nd-story window, hoping against hope that your sunshine will greet me.
Multi-movement contemporary artist
Although in the past, she nearly abandoned her passion for art, Rio Shayne attributes her revival of visual creativity to a combination of occasional psychedelic use, subsequent soul-healing, and renewed faith in herself as both an artist and a human being.
“Love is the meaning of life, and my goal is to express that through my art.” – Rio Shayne
Artist Gianluca Pisano is the Edge of Humanity Magazine contributor of these images. From his series ’Bodies’. To see Gianluca’s body of work click on any photograph. See also: Still Life By Gianluca Pisano via The Human Figure | DARK — Edge of Humanity Magazine
He swears he loves me. I have an easy time believing him, because he keeps repeating it.
You pass me a note folded into a cat’s cradle and stroke my chipped Milky Way nail polish as I accept it.
Pretty much the best short story I’ve read on WordPress. They call me the Woodwose. But they know that I am the forest; I am the canopies and the wind and the soil underneath. I have been, ever since I inhabited its heart long ago, and settled again in another still, in the heart of […]