“Invisible Me” A photo series by Rachael Ikins
Rachael comments “I have always been fascinated with eyes and faces in all media of my artwork.”
Lulled
the giants are here
they mollycoddle me cuddle me feed me a jugful of uncurdled milk
they spoon pureed peaches into my gurgling mouth then sing lullabies to soothe me to sleep
they promise me the world and everything that’s not extinct by the time I’m old enough to know the difference between a rhinoceros and a hippopotamus
then while I dream they go and start a revolution to save the oceans the earth the skies
they leave Argus Panoptes to watch over me
and I am safe
protected
unaware a hundred cataracts haunt his dauntless eyes
-Spangle McQueen
See in the Dark
“When what you write about is what you see,
what do you write about when it’s dark?”
—Charles Wright
Faces of lost loves
and my sons when
they were small,
heat shimmer off
a Texas highway
when I was a boy,
the woman gesturing
to no one on the bus
this morning.
Even with the light off
it’s never completely dark:
I can see the pale green
numbers on a digital clock
and streetlight filtered
by the blinds and
ambient light from
who knows where.
-Gregory Luce
Tantalum Lenses
‘I did nothing wrong’—Dominic Cummings
I crossed the polished marble floor
and found the politician’s optician at home.
His door was always open
for eye tests and fittings.
He looked long and hard into my eyes.
He’d damaged his own eyesight
writing illuminated text
by candle light.
He said there was no need to change my prescription—
exposure to his line of sight
had scratched my tantalum* lenses
with his vision.
*Tantalum is a conflict resource used in mobile phones, DVD players, video game systems and computers.
-Kit + CY
Twenty Twenty Vision
Masked and long division
Nature human fission
The World or us…
Decision?
-Mivvy Tekchandani
. a vision request .
early while driving. omen repeating
sometimes the sun comes lower after the crest
one moment
imagine them marching, slow & white.
will you name them?
in the wake all things come clear.
slow & white.
later below the peaks i tell him. he said it is
the dark crystal.
sbm.
https://sonjabenskinmesher.wordpress.com/2017/11/09/a-vision-request/
. a470 .
sun hit the sea,
i was blinded,
by my own
shortcomings.
sbm.
Picasso
Out of blank space
gouge out shapes
of apples and light,
as instrument digs
a blister into palm
He cannot afford mistakes,
steady handed controls
citrus bite of wives
and mistresses.
Strong stink of oxidized linseed oil,
resins, ground cork, wood flour
and pigment all pressed together
and flattened. In later life
after bull sunned atrocities.
If mistakes made
disguise, or begin again.
A head on challenge.
Black eyes carve the shapes,
Print bold red, yellow and green.
A still life, unstilled creation.
-Paul Brookes
The Wombwell Rainbow 
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