Brushes Soaking in Color by Charles F. Thielman
The night spread deep blue lakes of wind as our yellow lamps flared on, my hazel eyes born of sought dream, city evergreen, thorn home and supple shoulders. The night spreads deaf…
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Writing by Charles F. Thielman published in Dual Coast Magazine. 5 pieces from the archive, free to read.
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Sculptor and Open Window by Charles F. Thielman
No wind for days, the webs collect mist. Rails unfurl strands of rust beside a river’s quiet, the friction of cloth on a mirror, current inscribing clarity on stone. Oak trees gray-sleeved…
Beautiful October by Charles F. Thielman
So many trees flaring colors at their raucous retirement party-- yellows and reds and more amidst the green to dark green of fir, spruce, cedar. Squall-lines of rain-shower and gust soon peeling…
Solitude by Charles F. Thielman
She dons a robe of silence leaving the burn-pile of love. Reviewing her life-spread maps, embers spiraling down, she notes the junctures, the choices, hears again the crack of bets flung at…
A Painting, An Early Morning Walk, and All the People by Charles F. Thielman
Faces of this age, inbound, transit under city towers. Tip of paintbrush inside canvas rivers. My eyes wander in a white sky, drawn as human to our magnetic stutter, hands in pockets.…