by Charles Kell
There were beads in the trees, hair & water mixing in a torn reflection. New Orleans, drunk on hurricanes & thinking of Li Po: The birds are gone / and people are few! Days were sweltering— I watched for a long time a rusty trumpet float on Pontchartrain. Nights were cooler. I laid in bed until a spider crawled over my foot. I wrote gray words on a door, then painted them over in gray. I was still in my twenties. My sister, her thirties. This all was yesterday. Poor art, poor poem. I wanted to invent a line that mimicked the movement of one person. I sit on the levee. Rain is coming.
by Irene Levitt
Charles Kell is the author of Ishmael Mask, forthcoming from Autumn House Press in 2023. His first collection, Cage of Lit Glass, was chosen by Kimiko Hahn for the 2018 Autumn House Press Poetry Prize.
Irene Levitt has a B.A. in Art from California Lutheran University. She went to graduate school at California State University in Fullerton. The artist has managed to place her art in different galleries in the past. Her work has been placed in Seattle, Los Angeles and New York.