Playing God in the Garden of Truth and Beauty |
Issue 8
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Beneath the iridescent turquoise scales
rages blood, crimson. Its chest beats concave to full uncountable times per second. The feline’s canines flash. Claws extend from velvet. I look away from the grotesque Pietà of lizard and cat. We are told the heart is full of love, but my, how Nature’s indifference spreads. A Divine hand on the fuzzy neck’s scruff, and fluorescent stripes zip away toward green. The jeweled belly, a hidden pendant deep within my innermost keep. |
C. Amber Richards finds inspiration in the beauty of everyday life, while her interests in the esoteric, meditation, and yoga inform her writings. Her poems have been published in This Order and The Austin Chronicle. Amber currently resides just north of Austin, Texas, with her husband and three cats.
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