We are grateful to Alexander Jorgenson, the latest featured artist here at Blink-Ink, for allowing us to share his work. Jorgenson is a visual poet, meaning he combines elements of art and writing in his creative work. Please view Alexander Jorgenson’s page here.
You can also check out an article about his work at Full Of Crow’s ARTERIALIZE here.
The phone rang in the basement of the hospital.
“We’ll have two for you by 6pm . . . save a male left arm and a right foot. Someone will arrive at 8pm, you know what to do. The money is under the body.”
Jeanette Cheezum
She grabbed some green bananas. “There are seven, the seven shall ripen.”
I laughed, “Sounds biblical.”
“You’ll see,” she seethed.
And so I did when their skins turned red and seven banana-sized angels burst forth, summoning clouds of tiny locusts that flew over rivers of blood pouring off our kitchen-counter. Now Sinners and Saints alike beg my wife for mercy; I just want her to make the angels clean our kitchen.
Eric Sentell
John loved lost writer Freddie Olms. His last novel was cursed….The library had it. Freddie Olms is the main character. Killed by John’s aunts. Writer entombed in house. Awakens. Breaks through wall. Clambers up stairs. Finds boy. John read.
Crash. Stairs creak.. Bedroom door… opens.
Michael S. Collins
Sometimes he thinks it was only a memory. There is nothing of her left- at least, nothing he can hold on to. Yesterday, he thought he caught the faint smell of her favorite perfume. But it was only the scent of early spring, wafting in through the open window. And still she is gone.
Ashley Vemuri
He carried a pile to the car. She followed, carried his laundry bag. You don’t have to, she said. He crammed his shit into the overstuffed trunk. The cat on the lawn cacked on a furball. He said I’m not living with that asshole. She winced. Can I come live with you, she joked. The postman waved from the curb.
Robert Vaughan
The sacrifice of the marshmallow went without a peep of protest from the chocolate lobby – the transsubstantiation of the marzipan at equinox had caused such dissension among them ; even now, there are adherents to choc-chip versus mint versus glazed fruits…faith is never ridiculous, just a little strange and sweet.
Ivan Rehorek
I stand here staring down at you, my eyes and brain aching. You stare back at me unblinking, full of contempt at my ineptness. I want so much to pull the plug on your life, to reverse your interpretation of me, but I need you…to finish the story.
David Barber
