This past week has seen a lot of loose ends tied – I’m looking forward to a quiet week. I got to spend time in the UQ Art Museum, which was an expected explosion of creative inspiration, even if it was prompted by my poetics class.

Find following: a photo from my latest street shoot; a poem about the creative process; and a villanelle about electric eels.

Restful reading,
Alexei

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In a colour
what spills forth
Where can we delve
in pigment pools?

Thought
A drawn out process
Spitting from teeth
Sliding into open ears
Click-clacking of keys
Soft graphite lead
Drags across smooth paper

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City on a Hill

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Dweller

Spill forth from the dark, break free from the shell
With amniotic fluid slickened hide.
Bubble up and sink, what coils in the dell?

Sluggish unfurling, shake free of the gel
leather skin cool, caressed up the side.
Spill forth from the dark, break free from the shell

Nose through the murk, mud thick and plant rich, smell
The lingering paths of crustacea subside.
Bubble up and sink, what coils in the dell?

Water soaks away, even still we dwell
Swarm, electric charge caught at low tide.
Spill forth from the dark, break free from the shell

Ripple and spark, fling out wide nets, raise hell
Convulsions stutter out, free systems fried
Bubble up and sink, what coils in the dell?

Crunch carapace and wet meat like eggshells
Sonar hunter, near-blind, but dignified
Spill forth from the dark, break free from the shell
Bubble up and sink, what coils in the dell?