Vuluture - Holly Hinkle on Dancing About Architecture
Spiked Fence
(enough rope)
Survival. We talked of little else.
In a book, you read how to jump a spiked fence
so you could camp in a church corridor.
You told me how you scaled it twice a day,
sometimes more, having spent the last
of your money on good rope.
I would give up everything to walk beside you.
Traffic’s taillights cast red in our hair,
our packs rising off the down of our jackets.
I wouldn’t last. I know.
I listen to the black and neon rush
of street noise through the phone.
__________
Topanga Canyon Road
(love)
In the cold pressed, gray light of the basement,
where you discovered the photo album from 1910, the green hurricane lamp,
the great iron-banded trunk you wanted to drag up for me,
I find you packed to leave the boardwalk.
Wet tarmac smell. Black as the night is long.
The road is folded down inside the trunk,
we can open the heavy lid together.
I will help clothe you in that hard, moonlit coat.
__________
Venice Beach
(love)
My sister was at work and I was away that early spring,
when our brother packed one bag for the streets.
The first night: steady rain and his drawing paper wrinkled.
It was cold. I don’t think he ate. My stomach empty that week.
I dreamt my sister and I were a part of the day he left,
of saying goodbye to him on the outskirts of Venice Beach.
From there we could see the boardwalk, smell its salt
and perfumed oils, dyed cotton and clove cigarettes.
We were not there the day he left. It is a loneliness,
knowing that he always walked on after we stopped
at the front steps of home. No memory of when he followed us inside.
He walked down a road we could not follow,
that tore like a frail map. The pieces turned into leaves.
Author and Artist Biography
Holly Hinkle has been creating collage and mixed-media artwork since 2008. With found objects and small antiques as a backdrop, she is always thinking about ways she might create exceptional beauty from unrefined objects that once had a very simple purpose. Her poetry has appeared in Poems and Plays and The Arsenic Lobster. She lives in Portland, Oregon. Beginning this month, she is Arts Editor for Unshod Quills.