A veil of silk
In light pinkish orange
Intertwines in transparent swirls
Across the sky.
In fine circles smooth as glass
A moon tucked between clouds
As the rain holds lines,
As a drapery of words,
Unending in rhyme and rhythm.
The poem, “Transparent Swirls,” and the artwork, “Swirls Through the Sky,” by Marsha Solomon.
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No one in the small and upscale Long Island community of Cold Harbor has met the resident of the crumbling mansion on the hill. Is she a harmless recluse or something more sinister?
As Disaronno Day approaches on April 19th, it’s the perfect time to toast 500 years of the world’s favorite Italian liqueur – a timeless icon born in 1525 from a secret recipe inspired by artist Bernardino Luini in Saronno, Italy.
The other night, Marsha Solomon saw an amazing sky with lots of colorful swirls. She was inspired to write a poem and create artwork for all of us to enjoy that moment.
The next time you’re at Citi Field or Madison Square Garden enjoying Korean fried chicken, give a cheer and thanks to chef Judy Joo responsible for bringing that delicious dish to New York for fans to enjoy along with a game.
About this poem, Robin Clark says, “We all have a story of loss…this was part of mine. Hoping this finds you with joy in your heart.”
Every now and then, I’m sent a book to review, am blown away by the writing, and wonder how this author has not been on my radar until now. After reading “The Left and the Lucky,” Willy Vlautin is now on my list.
No one in the small and upscale Long Island community of Cold Harbor has met the resident of the crumbling mansion on the hill. Is she a harmless recluse or something more sinister?
