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Richard Vergez,Restrained in a moment, Oct. 2010. ¹

Madhavan Palanisamy,Night-Time Intermission, June 20, 2015.

The perfect blend of art and sugar. That’s how I would describe Misspaq’s art journals and collages. Love!

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no one believed there was life in the dark corners of the ceiling,
where the moonlight wouldn’t go, where dreams fell asleep and dreamnt.
but if you looked close, there were doors, and beyond the doors, worlds.
maybe i will see them again, someday, when i find the way back.

leftover sparks
fade quickly
on paper
after thoughts
of all the afterthoughts
I try to save
cutting out
memories and
waiting for the glue
to dry.
 

hearts
extracted
for each other
warm and dripping,
a cycle of loneliness
coming
to an end.

it’s peculiar,
the power of dust
found in the cold spaces
we dream about
eyes open
and breath held
hoping the snow-globe
we live in
may someday settle.
 

a rush of waves
on the skin,
a burn of blood
in the heart.

diving headfirst,
holding our breath. 

soda pop on the tongue, the fizz and
burn in my lungs, this condensation on
my skin; American summer sun be gentle
and hold me quietly as I try to remember
myself.

i never felt as helpless as i did when i was nine and you were ten
and you picked him over me and i saw you hold his hand and whisper
something that i didn’t hear but wished i did and then you hid
with him behind the old oak tree and i pretended not to care
which was silly because i cared a lot, and i thought about how
your hand would feel warm inside mine and i thought about the time
i sat close to you and i was scared, i could smell your hair
and it smelled like flowers and i wanted to scream out how you made me
dizzy inside my stomach and my head but i didn’t and instead i scribbled 

i have a secret for you 

with my finger into the sand of the sandbox but i knew you’d never see it
because it started to rain, which i thought was odd since it was still sunny
but it did, and my nose and eyes were all runny, and my face was all wet.

please
don’t look back.
the world is
only
getting older
and soon,
even the sun
will fall
asleep.

we are artists,

deviants

and

destroyers

of the mundane;

feel our touch

and remember.

i let you pass through my mind

silently

dripping into the dark

sleepy

space of my thoughts

before i fell

fast asleep.

i exhale,

i breathe

to remind

the universe

that i too

am a beautiful note

in

its symphony.

one of our collages is an iphone case now!

stars are delicate,

we both know that,

like hearts

or glass jars

filled to the brim

with dreams

and wishes

and lost prayers,

caught

but still alive,

still breathing,

each a story,

a secret,

and if we listen,

if we stand here quietly

and don’t breathe,

we might hear them

whispering.