When we last met, the final gray leaves had dropped to the ground. Since then, heaves of snow have fallen and great sheets of ice have spread before our feet. In the thick of it, we were blinded by the frost. So, we turned to you for answers: What were you thinking? How were you creating form out of the blinding white winter?
Now, finally, the cold weight of winter has lifted. The snow has melted. More than a few green stalks have shot from the soil. We are late on our promise, as usual. But in our defense, I pose this question: What better way is there to celebrate the ecstasy of spring than to honor the introspection of winter?
Thus, we present the Winter 2023 issue of Pink Moth. It is cold to the touch and full of musings from a season that we have weathered bravely. Thank you to those that contributed their art. It is you that guided us from frost to thaw. May springtime blessings sneak in through your open window and unzipped jacket.
The Horizon sweeps forever (an illusion). Vast emptiness between Water, sky,...
Moving across the firmament I chase a spill of sky painted across 94E. Beyond...
Oil on canvas, 30" x 40"
The World Exploded While We Came
Blink and you’ll miss it That was never us We took our time That’s why I liked...
i’ve been coming up empty and being soft in the winter has been making me...
Luck Beats Rising
Under a thickly woven labyrinth A thatch, I cannot breach I scream for you and...
into the dark
there comes a timewhen you must go blindinto the dark there is lightbut it’s...
Calling is Better Than Texting
I called you in the hospital today. You sounded like you, except groggier and...
Eviction Notice Blues
Oil on paper, 30" x 22"
I. Casually discussing cancer, as if it’s a roommate that doesn’t pay rent....
Unknown & Uncertainty
I have a bodily dream one that in me sparks a twin flame on two pillar candles...
Medusa in Drag
When she took the stage We shrieked like little lambs Suckling vodka teats...
Folie á Deux
The cabinets are emptied For a newer catastrophe. Signals Slide across the...
Time is now Or never Plucking petals Off a flower She loves me - A tentacle of...
Oakland and Kane
Micron pen on paper, 24" x 18"
I rush to finish my chores quickly So that I have time to stare off blankly—...
Fuck you, man! I am a glorious machine of ambiguous erudition. I am gramophone...
I write to Heather because she hasn’t written to me. Is your daddy an...
All night I hear his tongue. It twists and writhes–a strong muscle that...
Ode to Saint Lucy
Silkscreen print on Reeves BFK, 8" x 10"
On that drive east down 36th street the summer’s last sun glint arrowed a...
We say house meeting to talk about the dishes missing bread lid and sneaking...
Little Cæsura’s® Pizza
Pizza Pizza.™ No, like. I mean fucking pizza, man. I'm not a pizza- man, I'm a...
Now, I ask for coffee after sex
I took a train to Naples To see the Farnese Hercules A hero of Hellenistic...