Cardboard Car Hanger   Its needle-sharp smell penetrates the cheap shop, the type where people riffle through racks, thoughtlessly throwing underpriced things into carts. Intended purchases left behind in places different from where they were picked up.   It...

Bettor in the Giant’s Den   The heart of the stone sweats In the foothills of some place or another (I forgot where now in Nevada). The wet stone, moldy-in-sweat, Moss drenched, marinated in Fungus-warmth, red-splotched.   The casino is a lichen (or a mold)...

Unfavorable Weather Over the Bay   All week the wind pushed rough water up over the bulkhead, wave on wave as far as you could see to the other side of the bay. Buffleheads and gulls, unfazed,   bobbed up and down like surfers calmly waiting for the perfect...

Are You Coming Back   Last night I tossed and turned, the night torn mad with slamming doors and clanging radiators. I threw pillows and covers all over the room, woke in a terrible cold sweat. I walked to the kitchen gingerly, feeling the swollen, sore pad of my...

Angels in the Architecture Suppose there are angels in every room, sometimes seen, at times confused with ghosts, but no, ghosts are impatient wanderers, quick to put on boots & stomp through the hedges. Angels, half-asleep, thinking of cellos & the flicker of...

what will I do until then?   buy seven white nectarines at the farmer’s market, eat one each day, do this over and over as the nectarines become pears, the pears become   winter, the leaves will turn to eggshells underfoot, and I won’t remember what it was...

With Barely a Smack on the keister, our young brother was sent back down home to till his soil solo, Vesuvius bile vomited out of bitter lips - even still! Venom unabated, poison spittle distorting the crops we consume: hell, it’s in our clothing! Endgame? Dissolution...

Polynomial Lines as points that flow from the first to last, planes as groups of lines that define a surface,   some rippling surface a topographic map defined by rippling lines also to mean mountains   but they move too fast to define a moving figure a...

Burn Pit   Always, our need to know.   The way a burn pit is in conversation With its burning.   How we are ordered to breathe, To stand and breathe   So our blood can acknowledge What is entering the lungs.   The particulates of precious...

Cadaver I dreamt last night that Mothra died. Three pebbles and a few rented orphans attended her wake, a modest affair. I was working. I was lurking inside a bouquet of Forget-Me-Not’s. I was fucking around inside the last coyote’s lair and I still needed a hair-cut,...

Antlers Reflected in Water   I wake with that fear again, leaping then hindquarter stung. I’m out and I’m fake.   How am I in charge of myself? I’m wasted opportunity, a bug lit for only a second.   I hiccup madly, remove the dart, resume my unfounded...

Signal   Texas dawns humid green anole at my feet skims hot deck planks   pink dewlap pulses orchid throbs crimson   anole gutters along downspout adhesive toepads cling release skitter lust out of view in caliche cactus wood chip garden   When sun...

  Jack Bordnick Studio Bordnick’s interest is to create meaningful works of art that all people and cultures can enjoy. As a photographer and sculptor, he has been able to share his professional experiences in ways that benefit both business and community...

Hot Rhythm Archibald Motley (United States, 1961)   The backbone of surprise is fusing speed with secrecy. Carl von Clausewitz (1780-1831)   If this dream could dance, I’d feel it in my veins Circulating in rhythms of dazzling dances The fusion of primitive...

Are You Coming Back Last night I tossed and turned, the night torn mad with slamming doors and clanging radiators. I threw pillows and covers all over the room, woke in a terrible cold sweat. I walked to the kitchen gingerly, feeling the swollen, sore pad of my foot...