Walls by Shelly Blankman

Wallsby Shelly Blankman Dedicated to the family of my grandmother, Regina Wallenstein, and the millions slaughtered by the Nazis while the world turned a blind eye. I’ve walked these halls before,seen the dimmed faces of thoseborn to die because they were Juden,Jews.Time-tattered images of peoplefrozen in time, matted on wallslike cheap paper.Flammable.DisposableEyes of the innocentContinue reading “Walls by Shelly Blankman”

The Writer by Robert Lima

The Writer by Robert Lima Backed by nebulous nature, under forged matrix spirals from which a path is said to spring, his silhouetted image sits mid-air with plumed pen pending in his hand, looming over the Victorian desk, whose bowed legs are in symbiosis with the arching of his back. It could be Stevenson orContinue reading “The Writer by Robert Lima”