A Sinister Side To Public Art

A Poem by Alan Whitfield A Sinister Side To Public Art From Helkyn I saw brilliance to the outermost edge a full-bodied blue like honey road lines like a cobra supplementing your passing beneath the over pass at hand, waving Why am I here, post haste I approach, like a supermarket bar code. The honeyContinue reading “A Sinister Side To Public Art”