Painting by Steve Kelly. ‘Self-Portrait’ (2013) uses Steve Kelly’s characteristic big brush strokes.
Steve Kelly & Joseph Palestina bring a forum for younger artists to Basemeant Wrx today. Owner Aimee Danchise said,”Montclair is just bleeding artists that have nowhere to go.” Today, they do.
Text by K. Cecchini & Photo by Vice (HBO)
Full metal jacket
Police tanks pummel dissent
War games on Main Street.
Text by K. Cecchini
Scramble up boxcars
Fleshed pressed to La Bestia
Full moon shanks refuge.
➡️Viral Verse is poetry about current events and issues. This particular one was inspired by various segments on Central American immigrants’ treacherous route including a podcast from Radio Amublante and Vice’s HBO show.
YOUR input here. By prose or by verse, please write a caption for our newest Shutter INK photo. (Photo: K. Cecchini)
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YOU provide the caption; a phrase, a sentence, paragraph, story, poem…it’s yours.
Photograph by K. Cecchini
Your Input Here.
We are going to post a daily image and ask YOU to provide the caption; a phrase, a sentence, paragraph, story, poem…it’s yours. The following day, underneath the new image, we will share a choice caption from our readers for the previous day’s image.
Photo by K. Cecchini Copyright 2009
Indelible
as trauma lodged
in the cortex,
his memory
circles her
consciousness,
stringing knots
of regret,
poised
to storm the
translucent
veil of dreams
once she rocks
herself to sleep;
for outside the
watchful eyes of
life, he is hers.
-K. Cecchini
First published in the Montclair Times
¿Estás ahí, Dios?
Soy yo.
What is heaven
but an aging collection of
Saturday Evening Post
clippings and pages ripped
from old Vogue magazines?
¿Estás ahí, Dios?
Quizás.
What is the soul
but a collision of atoms;
the periodic table
giving birth to a carnival
on an infinite loop.
By Kimberly Cecchini
the mundane
and profane
updated
with zest
as if it were
requisite upon
arriving,
consuming,
departing…
sneezing.
but instead of
strutting
down the feed
i feel exposed
until im replaced
with news of
beaches,
yawning,
and tagged
photos of
soup.
Poem & Illustration by Kimberly Cecchini
Not much more than a rag doll
she folds east, her molted
braids sweep slowly
on top of the shoulders of an
oversized T. on the steps
to the avenue, she leans
and tucks in locking
onto me…expectantly.
I scurry and fade past
her thin eyes
with my head bowed,
to the early morning rush.
By Kimberly Cecchini
