
Virginia Woolf to her sister

Virginia Woolf to her sister

Ray Osborn from Dandelions on the Lawn
Marc Quinn, Eternal Spring, 1998
Ray Osborn from Dandelions on the Lawn
In Memory of Alice Alsup, 1990-2014
Her heart was paired with
a strained will, itself itself,
looking for bits of water.
Her heart rang blooms
from witted country dust.
Born, Texas, from scoria
of course, no more
than flower-trash found
wilting in the void.
Totaled in absolution.
Those deep roots alone
might stand all lonesome,
swimmingly, across
some plank-skied wharf
that has never sought
anything but daydreams,
pressed bulbs, full of sea.
Dry it rams in streamings
through Texas, now brined
and sickened, flank of water.
–It is mimed –You, mine.
Ray Osborn

Ray Ray, baby dove, Osborn


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My Ray-Ray Babybreath CatBat Osborn

my baby, ray osborn

My lovely Ray Osborn babydove