the weather in here.
By Cayenn Landau.
“Under my ribs it is cloudy and windy and everything is green and pounding. When I’m anxious, I can’t hear myself over the tide.“
Artwork by Andrius Makarevicius.
Under my ribs it is cloudy and windy and everything is green and pounding. When I’m
anxious, I can’t hear myself over the tide. There’s flocks of birds on the shoreline. And
one of the birds is dead, like the gull I saw on the beach on Sunday, its neck craned
backwards and eyes open, but most of them are happy. A few peck at my bedframe
when I try to sleep at night.
This summer I have caught myself being an inverse mermaid: too full of salt water
instead of being surrounded by it. Sweat rendering my hair briney, the split ends the
ethereal kind of prehistoric. Picking algal nail polish off with my teeth before it dries. I
wear a kelpy skirt and want to dye my hair red again. When sand gets stuck under my
fingernails, I leave it there for the day, but always pick it out before I go to bed. I do this
to make sure that when the gulls come at night, I have something to give them, a few
spare grains to put under their hooked feet.
The Blood Pudding – September 25, 2020
Cayenn Landau is an undergrad chipping away at a creative writing major. She can be found reading, writing, and teetering around the Bay Area on roller skates.
Andrius Makarevicius is a Lithuanian painter with international exposure. His figurative oil paintings often feature people he encounters on the street or are else semi-surrealist portraits of real and imagined figures. His work is characterized by generous, thick brush-strokes, dense colors, and figure that seem to hide from the viewers gaze. You can find more about him and buy his work here.