PinnedMike AndersoninScribeThe Whales in RomeRome was hot in December, a lonely Christmas feast of clear sunlight and shimmering heat bending against pale stone buildings, timeless…May 1734May 1734
Mike AndersoninScribeLines From the ChapelFrom the chapel watching patiently behind painted glass windows glowing warmly, softly casting many colored prisms onto newly fallen snow…Jul 2325Jul 2325
Mike AndersoninScuzzbucketBram Stoker’s BrusselsThe shops are closed, vintage coats trimmed in greying fur hung, the market stalls folded — urban origami stained dark by grease and syrup…Jul 177Jul 177
Mike AndersoninThe InterstitialUniverse RecliningEmbalmed in rough debris, stag beetles as opals snap pincers, technicolor, while velvet light as liquid spills through canopies of oak and…Jul 86Jul 86
Mike AndersoninScribeSunfishLong slim hulls cut, dirty white, through swaying, flashing waves, kaleidoscopic. Red-striped sails, canvas unfurling, ducking low to miss…Jun 265Jun 265
Mike AndersoninScribeLast SupperI become what I fear the most, a body carved in a familiar form— long, veined lines, soft marble and upturned palms— I spread the wings…Apr 2310Apr 2310
Mike AndersoninThe InterstitialBlooming CowsThe cows on the hillside have returned and amongst them like piles of summer snow — calves, gossamer and fresh, long pink tongues…Apr 146Apr 146
Mike AndersoninScribeAs the Rain ComesA warm breeze steals in through the open window, camel-colored curtain swaying, hypnotic. Coffee, weak and watered down, laps, almost…Apr 1013Apr 1013
Mike AndersoninScribeGoose CreekThe geese are sleeping, razor beaks tucked away, palmate under technicolored wings, opalescent against dawn’s tentative touch.Apr 510Apr 510