-“Where
I lay my head is home.”
–L. Ulrich and J. Hetfield
He allowed the slick glass bottle to slip inside, felt the
gin burn his tongue, and swallowed.
“Such a good boy,” she cooed.
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C licked an arch blooming sweat under his nose, “What’s
happening?”
The creature coiled inward against the pillow of her spine. Miss G silently gave the quieting mass within her a small blessing, a meant purr pushing past her lips through the final six syllables.
“Ssshhhh,” she exhaled. “Take
another pull, C. Just like that.”
He tried to memorize the fire
blooming his throat raw—keep track of how long it took to lick his lips clean
around.
Miss G walked two long fingers from his nipple to the
steer-head brass buckle posting guard above a zipper that strained, teeth
nearly leaving an imprint in the salty air.
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“We don’t wait long and this night
has been long enough, too long. It’s time to begin.” She hummed as nail tips
skirted cotton.
A third set of eyes began to blink
in the wet dark. Their lashes extended outward to tickle Miss G’s lungs,
retracted again, and the unwinding started slow.
“I have known you through every
life I have lived,” Miss G said, her mouth moving fast, her hand paused beneath
the belt now undone.
C caught her wrist in his own warm
palm and felt the room open wide. He watched her tongue dart around her teeth. He heard the other
sounds past his breathing, past her words. He heard the first crashing waves
against his skimmer when he was a boy. He tasted brine and ash and raw meat.
Miss G focused her expression,
twisted the thin wrist free, and spit brackish foam in a thin line into the
space between her own open jaw and C’s memory-dazed face. The slick formed
first a bridge, and then a roping necklace connecting her neck to his.
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***
Through any much distance, they
looked like drunk lovers, arms guarding the other’s waist, heads tilted close
with temples touching as they stumbled in an uneven pace from the dune’s peak
and down toward the darkening water.
From far away, anyone might guess
that Miss G was suddenly overcome with lust, with urgent need to be held,
pressed rough into the millions of crushed shells under their feet. She slipped
C’s encircling arm and pulled him with her into the kelp dotting the cool
evening sand. From a passing glance, they were locked in a kiss, tongues
certainly hard at work in convincing the bodies to go further, take more.
Miss G’s skin lay in a deflated
mound near the shore’s crocked edge.
The creature eases the soft spiral into
its new home. First, lowering its tail into C’s expanding throat, it unwinds
down past the pliable chest to fill C’s belly, two pincers extending toward the
round ball joints of his shoulder. A nice fit, a comfortable fit.
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Soon, the tide will lap its long tongue over this shell, this beast with too many hearts.
Kelli Allen’s work has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies in the US and internationally. She has served as Poetry Editor for The Lindenwood Review and she directs River Styx’s Hungry Young Poets Series. She is currently a visiting professor of English Literature at Northeast Normal University in Changchun, China. She is the recipient of the 2018 Magpie Award for Poetry. Her chapbook, Some Animals, won the 2016 Etchings Press Prize. Her chapbook, How We Disappear, won the 2016 Damfino Press award. Her full-length poetry collection, Otherwise, Soft White Ash, arrived from John Gosslee Books (2012) and was nominated for the Pulitzer Prize. Her collection, Imagine Not Drowning, was released by C&R Press in January 2017. Allen’s new collection, Banjo’s Inside Coyote, arrived from C&R Press March, 2019. www.kelli-allen.com
So I happened upon this very cheesecake-heavy premiere issue of Extremes of Violet, complete with pinups by some of the comic book greats of the time, and decided to make some Peeping Toms collage art by incorporating the voluptuous vixen into various crystal pieces to create a sort of fishbowl effect centered largely on her bosom (which is unavoidable).
Each of the Peeping Toms is shown from three angles because of how much the pieces shift as the light plays off the crystal. I started with these star forms.
The second bowl was even a bit iridescent, and violet at that!
Next I did a series of really perky busty bowls, which really get the feeling across that you are looking through the tiny peephole in a door as well as exemplifying the content even more. Note: these are shown in two rows with side details as well, so there are a lot of pics here…
I experimented a little and tried a couple of other scenes, like the portrait, as well. She’s staring back at the Peeping Toms…
I also tried this more square bowl form.
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And finally, I found this little heart, which is my personal favorite of the group.
These works are a continuation of my Creepy Comics collage series, shown on Haunted MTL here.
So I probably should have taken a before picture, but I found a faux wood stained plaster Jesus statue and turned it into Zombie Christ. Because it’s the second second coming. Or something. It’s kind of an offshoot of my nail polish paintings reappropriating thrift store art…
Anyway without further ado, I present…
Zombie Christ remake statue by Jennifer Weigel
I was a little concerned that I made him too green at first, but I’m happy with the finished result. This statue just looked so anguished. It’s eyes had been closed but I like them better open and even painted them with blacklight reactive nail polish so they will stand out even more and be interactive in other ways to add creepy factor.
Another view of sculpture
And taking it from the top…
Sadly I don’t have a blacklight anymore or I’d share a picture that way too. Oh well. I’ll leave you with a fun detail shot instead.
Zombie Christ detail with eyes
Next time I may make him more gray than green though. We shall see…
Portrait of myself with dark makeup and crow skull headdress, backlit by the sun.
So it’s been awhile since we’ve looked at some of the things I have gathered, so I thought I’d bring back my art collection for another round… Here are the first and second highlights in case you missed earlier explorations.
From left to right: M Pena Windstone Editions bat-winged flap cat, bone mask by Terry and Susan Wright, wood cat in skull by labcreature, real hair art by myself, pencil drawing of Barbarois Elder for Vampire Hunter D anime cel
From left to right: Barbarois Elder for Vampire Hunter D anime cel, Turn Me Royal portrait of my father and stepmother as Frankenstein’s monster and his bride, painted horse skull
Left to right: Overgrowth by Ellie Bradley, heart by TenderFlesh, praying devil girl by Torman’s Treasures
And a vintage plastic 2-foot Jack O Lantern I got at a yard sale and have kept on display on his very own stool in the living room since. So happy.
Anyway, there are some more highlights from my art collection, as it is always growing and evolving. I have lucked into several of these pieces at antique and thrift stores or acquired them from the artists or more. And yes, I still have Da Ting the taxidermy shih-tzu from the first of these posts.
Portrait of myself with dark makeup and crow skull headdress, backlit by the sun.