Text, In the next room So loud to my own That I can hear the womb Opening and the dark run Over the ghost and the dropped son Behind the wall thin as a wrens bone? In the birth bloody room unknown To the burn and turn of time And the heart print of man Bows to no baptism But dark alone Blessing on The wild Child.
An equation, Love equals lim Ego to 0 times 1 divided by Ego.
Text, Prometheuss Epistle To Job. The suffering of pious people equals the arrogance of their god divided by the ostentatious generosity of their god.
Text, Float into Fire. Were packed for the long weekend. I've got my hands full with snatchels and bags and my eye on how your hips bop to God's finger snaps as you walk through the house fast-checking all lights are off, all windows closed. You look like a clover blossom. I feel like I'm a drunken bumble bee with a camera. You take one last look back as we close the door, as if to make sure the images you store are fully charged against ghostlike dissipation. You turn to me. We float down the stairs, down the hill, and climb into the car. You and I fall sunset fire. By Dan Waber, (Echo by Jennifer Hill).
Text, Light is a Wave! The letters of the word wave appear flourished and curved and the exclamation point drawn as a wavy line.
A poem above the term ice cream repeating interspersed with dashes in word art to create the image of a cone shape with a scoop of ice cream on top.
A web page titled Current Faves. In memory of George Lewis, Great Jazzman. A long poem.
He scrolls down and the ice cream word art appears in the middle of the text.
A wave created with the words Over the wave. More word art.
Transitions back to plain text.
Scrolls back to the ice cream cone.
Returns to slides. Over the wave appears with dashes separating all the letters into a wave picture. Another poem written in the shape of a swan, with a mirrored image of the swan reflected in water in the second half of the poem.
A poem in the shape of a lightning bolt.
The word BOOM appears at the top of a poem with two rows of letters running vertically along the left side and a body of letters with even spacing between them coming to a point at the top. Another poem with the word help repeated in a column on the left. And the words God help us stand out amidst a sea of equally spaced letters.
A smiling monster face inside a blob of bird like figures in silhouette with crosses for faces above a poem with scattered letters. Another poem with the words Look Out Below There stand out among scattered letters. Other poems in the shape of a rocket, and in a group of dots separated from each other.
A figure with a gash down its face extends its arms up to a ball, that could also be the eye in an abstract silhouette of a face in profile.
Similar stylized figures in silhouette with empty eyes, resembling crude cave paintings. A plaque that reads, Some days you wake up and immediately start to worry. Nothing in particular is wrong. It's just the suspicion that you're aligning quietly and there will be trouble.
Text, 1. one. 2. two. 3. lips. by Gary Barwin.