Echoing Poetry into Nature with Visual Arts
Creating a symbiotic relationship between human emotions & the Earth
If you would like to submit a poem, read more below about our open call below.
When yesterday’s laugh is no longer fresh
enough to eat from
By Lucia Llano
When yesterday’s laugh is no longer fresh
Enough to eat from,
Think of only big things.
Write a postcard
On paper from birch bark
And ink from soot
Saying:
Sad to not see your lips lapping from the fountains
Sad to not see you around
Wish you were here.
When you left me, I knew love was real
Because it was still detonating inside me.
I looked up & saw it
In how leaves made way for the sun.
And how if you walked into the hedges,
The pigeons here could sing in the same
Coo-coo-ing way they did back home.
A world so inexplicably still and unlonely.
Indifferent to how things may have
Shaken & shifted
Of how I unspooled the
Grief to find it an impenetrable knot Of
stubborn love encircled by branches & the
dark eyes where branches once lived,
seeing & then not seeing.
It’s hard not to hurt
When you see love in everything. When your bewildered heart stops
To watch how water somehow keeps
Rippling in the same old way.
In Austin
By Adriana Adame
To be the river under my tongue, flooding with light: To know, live, and drink out of it:
To be mossy mouthed and budding at twenty:
To be loved and unloved and reloved again: To gather like trunks into a dense canopy heaven:
To be the dusk closing, parting a party open: To flock in and out of
different rooms in different apartments: To kiss many strangers & non-
strangers against warmly-lit walls: To leave them behind while the scene
keeps on: To be left behind at the night table dial: To bend again before the
water: To walk home alone from the end of the street: To be a brightly
colored fear, a strobing sky: To feel the warmed limestone barefooting July:
To be headless and hot, dunking red plastic cups into blue plastic tubs: To
be a burning rumor bonking off mouths: To be an exposed nerve, an open
wound: To be a brilliant bulb flaring when it shouldn’t be on: To flick joy in
each other’s fast, green magic: To use a well-spoken tongue and gently
rounded words: To be pronounced perfectly by the people I love.
Photography by Adriana Adame Drift Magazine invites passionate poets to contribute to our new poetry project, "Echoes." If you
have a way with words and a love for creative expression, we want to hear from you.
"Echoes," presented by Drift Magazine, is an innovative project, started by Lucia Llano & Adriana Adame, blending poetry with nature and
visual arts. Departing from traditional static displays, "Echoes" aims to breathe poetry to life by
transforming it into a visual representation, artistically showcased in the natural world. By
echoing your words through the landscapes of our community, we aim to enhance the impact of
your poems and create a symbiotic relationship between human emotions and the earth.
Poets are welcome to submit their work here for publication on the Drift website and inclusion in a
visual art display in nature.
