Tibor Csernus

The Matador’s Daughter by Ellen Kombiyil

The Matador’s Daughter

won’t eat meat

says red is a sound

not a color

that blossoms into fruit

Flowers follow

when she runs

headlong through the streets

apples open

when she peels them

with her fingers

Georgia by Ellen Kombiyil 

For months, I painted blue.

I painted until I was drunk with blue,

until lines grew thick, like innuendoes—

not skulls, but the shadows of skulls

in desert’s harsh light. I was painting

in the place of making and unmaking—

everything spilled open—tugging loose,

breaking the dry river stones until

their geode hearts bled. I heard the jay cry

thief, thief, marking the air.

In the silence after, I could almost trace

the sound back to the beginning,

to blue lines liquid with light, I named

Canyon. Sediment. Layers of Rock.

(Ellen is part of The Great Indian Poetry Collective. Read more about the group on their Facebook page.)

More art by Tibor Csernus here.

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