Here’s a poem I began a few years ago that I made some small changes to today. The inked linoleum block that follows the poem was not done in response to it but seemed to fit.
Map of the Body The body is a map in relief carved by the nail of time. The body is a wood engraving incised by a series of artists searching for beauty attempting to correct their errors. She bears a long scar like a sealed fold in a tree trunk. She is the impression of scars, the impression of travels. soon she will disappear and dissolve in the rising sea. The body lies down alive beside grave stones to become accustomed to travelling into mist. Sleep envelops her. she floats, she becomes the other, becomes the wings of the poet’s butterfly, one male and one female, broken and whole. the nail of time. the engraved and the engraver.