The Holloway Series In Poetry - A.B. Spellman

another berkeley sunset

a flower by any other name...-


but, under-lit


by a setting sun


suspended in transparence


(not a color, not a detail, barely a glaze)


bitumen in lavender


the shape and lucency of urchins in flight


(the sky an upturned pot


holding a film of deep underwater)



-facing up diving downward


balancing in a reverie of patterned form.


in a minute the set sun will snap the image


and fold memory within
the eye's upturned palm-

itsn't only the painter

who lives on his fingertips

his heart a madder root



and swims from one descended image-mountain to another

scripts in water

imperceptum. inapparence. presence-



does not

apply it's self or optimize


is not persuasive


is equal to contradiction


lies undefended



plays with all cards open all eyes shut


lies likely unestablished.






an ocean opens in memory,


the brain a single thorn
weaving blood