Lehrmann & James – May 2020
F.X. James and Erin Lehrmann traded art and words. Erin shared this untitled image with F.X.:
In response, F.X. wrote this untitled poem:
we roll this way
The 3 of us, made blind to possibility. White canes,
with red bands demarcating the dead years. Dark lasses
smeared with colorful poison. We move without touching.
Speak without language. In each space, a single face
observes: hands so small and slow. Vicious fingers accuse.
By the third hour we are dead to one another. We cannot
abide the air we share. Hatred lurks near broken chairs.
We drown our hands in pails of black water. Rags fall like
ruined pelts. There is not a drop of love here. The sun yearns
to touch us, just once, at our combustible core. How we roll
this way: stone men in caverns of burnt light. One of us even
mad enough to cry NO MORE! before nodding off on his hot
feet; his goat ears plugged with the din of ineffable dreams.
In response, Erin made this image, titled “Stone men in caverns of burnt light”: