Still Life

Still Life

Everyday you pose,
stripped, clothed,
identifying, mystifying
you submit to the exposure,
resenting attempts to iconify your soul.
Now just a static blur stamped out of nature,
Abused blues dyed in your melancholy.
Try to add colour to your desaturated self,
It’s only a matter of time
before you fade into someone else.
Just a matter of life-forming into a lost cause.
Step out the lines you’ve been drawing,
And away from a mesmerizing paralysis;
Becoming your own canvas,
Reaching outside your frame,
Still-life is worth it.

Written by Artistik Oluja

teleport

teleport

a touch is a click
a digital request for travel
aboard the metaverse transit

imagine the sound of the teleport
like that of the speeding force of a bird
like that of a passing jet

then, for a moment
suspended transition in between
this place and the other

then, landing
hesitantly emerging out of a puffy red cloud
shaking off the color like a wet dog

Written by Kate Bergdorf