“Blood”
If red sunrise means
that blood was spilled, would not the
sun always be red?
Steve D
If red sunrise means
that blood was spilled, would not the
sun always be red?
Steve D
The Family Dinner Party
Where the man
at the top of the stairs,
the butcher of our tiny land
came from, nobody will say.
Every family has one.
We gather together,
blood running down
the wooden steps
Sat back with iPads,
Sniffin’ wine caps and
Actin’ through that high
Political rap, Continue reading “Rock Song – Vino y Sangre – SD”
To Wash Away The Memory
Cut in a way,
A blade never will,
Shallow and deep,
But blood wasn’t spilt.
More subtle, more fine,
Complex and in my mind’s eye:
Divine.
These wounds taste like wine. Continue reading “Rock Song – Vino Y Sangre II – JG”
By Your Thirst
Spilt scarlet,
Alarming, disarming,
Screams of ‘Harlot‘
Shattered glass –
Tasked with the act
Of post-row cleanup.
Is it blood
Or is it wine? Continue reading “Rock Song – Vino Y Sangre – JG”
Wine is traditionally symbolic of socially constructed things: celebrations and ceremonies, class and culture, elegance in communication and conversation. It’s an art with finesse and attention to detail, and when done right, holds complexity and character in every sip. Wine is classic.
Blood, meanwhile, is all about power. It rushes and demands all of its own volition; there is nothing made but what it makes. It’s aggression and passion and force and instinct and it pushes you to work its will. It’s all emotion and best felt when its owner is out of control. Blood is fierce. Continue reading “January’s Theme: Vino y Sangre”