Art and a Poem (Not Mine)

"Spirits of the Opium Dragon"

"Black Blood Jesus"

"Dreaming Machines"

by: Robert Steven Connett

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From "Shore Woman" by Seamus Heaney

"I sometimes walk this strand for thanksgiving
Or maybe it's to get away from him
Skittering his spit across the stove.  Here
Is the taste of safety, the shelving sand
Harbours no worse than razor-shell or crab--
Though my father recalls carcasses of whales
Collapsed and gasping, right up to the dunes.
But tonight such moving sinewed dreams lie out
In darker fathoms, far beyond the head.
Astray upon a debris of scrubbed shells
Between parched dunes and salivating wave,
I have rights on this fallow avenue,
A membrane between moonlight and my shadow."