Carrie Albert is poet and visual artist and sometimes the two merge. Her poetry has appeared in diverse journals and anthologies – recently – the Bullies and Bystanders Project: “Changing Harm to Harmony”, HEArt online and upcoming (with photo) in Gray Sparrow, both print and online. Collage, photo and poem pairings have been featured in a number of publications. Here are a few links: Carrie Albert | The Far Field, Carrie Albert — The Monarch Review, Spiritual & Healing Practices – all things healing, qarrtsiluni.com/tag/c-albert. She is also Artist in Residence at inksweatandtears.co.uk. online.
Frog Artifact, named “Beatrice”
Mass and Materials:
Of blue petrochemicals, spots intact.
Palm size with “China 1” underbelly
found on earth under far-Eastern
impact of Asteroid Zabo
Early Plastic Age, before World War 3
on the eve of Meltdown Z when
memories were buried
all religious faiths annihilated
100 years prior to extinction
of living amphibians
Goddess Anura, likely a fertility charm used
in Laboratory Zigmar’s early attempts
to procreate human/frog beings
Stunning survival, but needs bath and shining
Hold in Goddess Vaults 100z456890000//
She wore birkenstocks without socks
in winter. Her cheeks mirrored the light
pink of her pressed blouse.
Five minutes of morning affirmations
and she would float to the top,
cream in a cup. The labyrinth of fear
disappeared; suffering was tossed
in a bag, sent down the river.
In the dentist chair she took vacations,
meditating at the edge of a lotus pond,
amid hundreds of orchids.
After the stroke, fate caved in.
A nurse with rhino skin fed her rice
and carrot mush, parked her in the hall,
in line with the others.
Take me back to bed, please take me to bed.
Silenced by a syringe,
with her best friend still inside,
she began to float again.
She always could picture a parking space
before leaving home, delighted when
a car pulled out right where
she wanted to be.