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Eli Underwood
I'm so into you.
Interests: Words, vox, images, recovery
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The paradigm shift, I am shift, real plates groaning flat slow centuries of momentum and light pours in. Christmas roses bloom in the wide cold yard, I brought them back. - Cast iron frying pan - Small apples - Wood smoke fire - The pipes - Rasping He makes me hot tea with honey for the animal in my throat, and rubs one splinter out of my knot of pain. The eyes in his head are warm and always surprised open kind. Huffing gasoline from a tiny stick that helped him pour into my empty car. Petting my head on... Continue reading
Posted Dec 28, 2017 at LOVER
When we met, it was a hunger - everything about us muscled up. How paths intersect is a wonder. I'm nothing if not fiercely loyal. I wore a green scarf, gold skirt, red tight, gold flats. You wore heels, always. We drank so much coffee then tea then water. Our conversation carved rivers through mountains into valleys and up to the peak where we marveled at stars, again. Recognition happens on a cellular level. I do not want what I have not got, is what our hands say. We have got a lot. Continue reading
Posted Dec 27, 2017 at LOVER
The tiny spiders the birds that sit in my hands pigeons, slugs, snails, cockroaches, cats and dogs. Horses, mules, rabbits. Crows, owls, hawks. Fish and snakes, white tigers and elephants, deer, all the winged singing creatures, all the four- legged creatures, my head spins thinking of them - my life without animals has no meaning. You can have the children I never wanted. I decided not to, I choose to not. The earth means more to me than people, the earth is not abstract. Every song I sing is earth, and the ones I don't. Every tear, every tiny heartbeat,... Continue reading
Posted Aug 25, 2017 at LOVER
God of the Wild, you are different from what I expected. I cannot predict you. You are too free to be captured for the sake of my understanding. I can't find you in the sentimentalism of religion. You are everywhere I least expect to find you. You are not the force that saves me from the pain of living; you are the force that brings me life even in the midst of pain. Much of what exists on the internet are lists (think about it), it's become our preferred method of communication, perfect for quick jabs & impressions, an easy... Continue reading
Posted Aug 22, 2017 at LOVER
I could make a New Orleans tableau and sit in it, waiting for someone to call me on the tin can phone. When they call I will answer and we'll talk. And I'll cook some jambalaya. Or curry. Or red beans. I will move the air around, and sweep. I'll play tunes on the transistor radio, drink something with ice, and there'll be candles and stained mirrors. I write and read and make a shrine; talk or wait to talk on the tin can phone, sweating in a cotton dress and Gorrin hat, silver earrings and flip flops, it really... Continue reading
Posted Aug 2, 2017 at LOVER
Lullabye Pastel on Arches 22x30 Sold Continue reading
Posted Aug 1, 2017 at LOVER
Becoming/Being Pastel on Arches 22x30 Sold Continue reading
Posted Jul 28, 2017 at LOVER
And I write in the dark, the dark of green mosquitos, one lone star that's Venus, a planet. I'm always only walking into the dark. It's all any of us do, all, and everything, the lot. Continue reading
Posted Jul 25, 2017 at LOVER
I put Smokes' bed in the Mississippi this morning, my ritual for all the creatures I love and let go of. He traveled far! Straight between freighters like a flag of peace. He is peace in my heart, and I know I'll feel peace again. Now it's necessary grief. He sent an extraordinary butterfly the likes of which I've never seen, to escort Rosa and I back down through the muddy grasses to the car. I kept thinking about "mud/lotus, mud/lotus". A free, light, sweet gift. The house is so painful without him. We are inhaling and exhaling. Safe passage,... Continue reading
Posted Jul 10, 2017 at LOVER
"New Work" abandoned Army Corps building, Poland Ave ©EUnderwood Be with me Beginning of sight This is history today the witch went to see the sea Birth to a baby In my search for freedom These are the rooms of childhood For the first time in my life He would do anything for me I remember that I had to be I couldn't escape my family Returning to love The life that I'm seeking One murder leads to another the witch will never tell you what she knows Because I witnessed this dream How blood will blind itself I opened... Continue reading
Posted Jul 7, 2017 at LOVER
7:30 a.m. the air a broom of burnt coffee and greasy meat sweeping off the river. Workers on bicycles with lunches tied to the handlebars swinging in plastic bags. Old men reeking of cheap soap walking with canes waving hello. Cats glaring and disappearing underneath houses, underneath cars, underneath banana trees. Things exist in multiples. The dog in the road lowering her head. Me on the bike thinking my sweat was rain. I reel it in and go at it again. If you love me like you say you do you'll try a little tenderness. This day is it -... Continue reading
Posted Jun 28, 2017 at LOVER
These women had to be survivors because of, you know, the abuse. - An ambitious production - Make it look like an accident - Umbrage - Burned & burned - The Black Hills were stolen from the Sioux - Mine the miners - Death by knife - Martha Jane Burke - Elizabeth Cook-Lynn - New language comes from a real place in the soul - Eyelash - Persimmon - Dahlia - Cold cream - Beholden to no human cock-sucker! - Most moral codes are elevated expressions of economic necessity. - Cohabitation of the primitively obscene with an ornate presentation -... Continue reading
Posted Jun 27, 2017 at LOVER
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Jun 27, 2017