Liz Darling

Eureka springs

I had forgotten that I had slapped this sticker of one of my old paintings onto this vintage vending machine in Eureka Spring at some point in the distant past. It’s still holding up. Fun to run into, like an old friend.

What Kind of Times are These

By Adrienne Rich

I won't tell you where the place is, the dark mesh of the woods

meeting the unmarked strip of light—

ghost-ridden crossroads, leafmold paradise:

I know already who wants to buy it, sell it, make it disappear.