a literary journal published by the Black Earth Institute dedicated to re-forging the links between art and spirit, earth and society
Though rare, it always makes for a great story
to be on the verge of tears
while cutting to a commercial break.
She wanted the white noise wash of rain
to ruin her hair off camera.
Standing, soaked under orchards of
orange trees breathing into the lungs
tucked under the hearth of a blue blazer.
It is the advertisement for piece of mind
available from our phones for a small fee.
The newscaster has held our hands
through the mobs of inlaws as they left
shits on the marble floors of Capitol Hill.
But who will now comfort this teller of news
with the assurance of betterment, soon?
She holds her phone underneath her desk
and touches the application to open up–
digitally placing her amidst half dead trees
left with hole infested leaves and crying
in the rain.
It is a sound not dissimilar to the splash
of hot soapy water dripping from the sponge,
cleaning blood from the eyes of
presidential statues that can now truly
declare, they have seen it all.
. . .
Jeremy Szuder is a chef by night and creator of poetry and illustration work by day. His past track record in the arts includes 15 years as a musician in various bands (drums, vocals), graphic design work for clothing/skateboard companies, 25 plus years of self-published zines, showings of fine art in the underground art scene, a 10-year-plus stint spinning vinyl at various events all across the city, and at present time continues to have both illustrations and poems published by over a dozen fine art and literary publications all across the U.S.A. as well as Canada. Jeremy Szuder continues to call Los Angeles California via Glendale his home at present.