The Sorriness of His Situation
 

  
HE REACTED 
IN EXTREMES 
EVERY ART WAS DESTROYED
BY HIS MOVEMENTS... 
 
that space 
their faces
then their gluttonous hands 
remember the one hole 
where the bullet went 
and the one on the sidewalk 
his face meant something 
a puzzle 
a narrow intelligence 
a sky 
 
HE LAUGHED FITFULLY



Gina Quartermaine


Phases 
 
 
 
hollow footsteps 
darkish forecast 
bleak and endless apparition 
another word from lips 
solid damp bite 
blue mars 
in fragmented pieces of time 
warped limbs floating in light inert 
like a stick 
ending 
a moment of insignificance 
 
 
Gina Quartermaine
 



Portals of Passion 



Suddenly 
the howl startles 
Like blowing 
a storm 
when in the dark 
something you knew
an emotional charge 
the interior 


Gina Quartermaine



Season Summer



rich in deep red and yellow 
the trees whistled 
they were the only moving things 
in the plastic heat 
the porch smelled of clay 
upward the flowers went 
in alternating patterns 
its shadowy perfumes 
with moon pill eyes 
We possess 
only the still 


Gina Quartermaine