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Tristan's Moon initiative

Ten original signed photographic collages created for Tristan's Moon initiative by Tim Barrus.

Poem created by Carolyn Srygley-Moore.

**Please note: Real Stories Gallery Foundation is a registered 501c in the USA. All proceeds from sales will go to the Tristan's Moon initiative. http://realstoriesgallery@gmail.com

 

dead babies and forks © Tim Barrus (2011)

1. Curiosity

2. Surrender

3. Nude boy in kitchen get a fucking grip

4. Euphemism

5. Tits

6. Dead babies and forks

7. HIV ghettos

8. Boys in masks

9. Medusa

10. Le scream

 

 

take what you like © Carolyn Srygley-Moore (2011)

                 Take what you like.          It is a great thriftshop

 

at the top of the hillside        where a Disney animation made in 1937

plays over & over.        "That was made before the second world war"    I say

 

to my child;      Hitler was just rising to power     only a portent of evil to come;

the great depression in Germany           was rampant.

 

Paper bags of paper bills             to purchase a loaf of bread.

 

                Indeed          I say             take what you like.

 

The  queen is still gorgeous               why does she order

her stepchild's heart cut from the body         as evidence?

 

O  when karma strikes             when the boulder

crushes the bones of the witch in drag

 

& the dwarfs are left to ponder beauty in a glass coffin

the kind of coffin Williams wrote about.

 

          Take what you like.          I think how she holds her head

 

high even upon learning that they wish her dead.   She holds her head      

almost in a chosen ignorance   the arch of the blue roadside doe.

 

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