Thursday, June 22, 2017

Alex Krivtsov shoots

Learnmore Edwin Zvada writes



A Man Without Virility

What if all I see upon your form is the spread of your hips? 
What impropriety, if nothing else, can thus be drawn out of this deplorable image? 
Forgive my French; my forward ways always seem to get the better of me. 
I am old as a man, but my mind has not grown as much as any of my limps. 
I used to think with age wisdom shall stick like bees on a wild flower,
But mine is a hive full of untoward cravings.
Pardon me if I seem to be a lost cause  

See, I grew up with the sort of men that lacked any semblance of propriety 
Who saw women as tools to be used as and when need arises.   
But now my love has found you, a princess in her own right,
Lovely as a peanut, straight as an arrow 
Such a pure rarity, I ought to love you right   
With flowers and song, and a little courtesy like they do in movies.  
Well cropped hair, nicely trimmed moustache, the whole shebang.

But I am not schooled enough in that respect.  
I know not any other way to love except this way 
With my indecorous ways and my basket full of titillating verses.

If you please, Natalia, teach me how to be a man.     
Mold me into a replica of the man of your dreams  
So that when you look at me, 
You will see all that you envision in your dreams. 
School me in the semantics of love: how a man ought to treat a lady 
So that when I look at you I can see past your shapely body  
And begin to read your thoughts and secret desires 
To which I will devote my all
And be by your side for the remainder of my days.
 Image result for peanut shaped woman painting

Umid Ali writes



HEART – THE MOON



The moon spreads its wealth dowry, 
Stars will appear.
I planted flowers in my soul, 
Then they bloomed.


Now moon’s face is snow-white, 
Stars are prudish.
The odors of the flower in the soul, 
They are becoming pleasant.


Does the moon have a heart? 
I don’t know, but
The moon is situated in my soul, 
It shines constantly.


The moon spreads its wealth dowry…

--tr. Asror Allayarov from "The Gate Opened by Angels"

 Floral Anatomy: Ribcage Print of Oil Painting - Anatomical Art Print - Human Body - Medical Art 
Floral Anatomy -- Trisha Thompson Adams

Bradley Mason Hamlin writes



Edge of Wheel

the other day
I watched a woman
throw
a plastic
drinking straw

out
the window
of her Camry

after
almost
clipping me
with
her car

her hair
held
up
super tight
with a
synthetic claw

one hand
holding
a smoking cigarette
the other
clutching a squawking
cell phone

how
the hell
she was driving …

I just
didn’t know

maybe,
the kid
riding next to her
had her hand
on the edge of wheel
or maybe
she’s using elbows
to work it
out

either way
the pedestrian
lady
she almost
nailed
in the parking
lot

didn’t seem
to notice
or miss a beat
pushing
her grocery
cart

distracted
by
her own vices.
 Image result for woman in car painting
Woman in a Car -- John Wolseley