Ekphrasis 2: Emma Kidd + Kate Sheckler
by Emma Kidd
at the end of all those other islands,
beads strung by bridges
all end at the dangling rosary of . . .
Promises of peace,
like prayers un/answered.
Circumscribed, boundaried, trapped
by lapping limitation.
Here Sirens perch, the white powder of lotus
in outstretched palms.
by Kate Sheckler