Poetry
Ave Jeanne

i paint always nothing hands drip color & bleed the ground full. i paint always nothing. my reds do not see a language to touch another, distant are my blues from any real. yellows barely survive this constant rain. the faces i paint arrive natural orphans who pale into anyone’s city. no loss. i am not picasso’s child. i paint always nothing. my hands drip color the size of anger and bleed the ground full. consider that seeing the world consider that seeing the world, eyes wide open is unnecessary. we daily inherit gray paranoia, insomnia, headaches, and stress the caustic flavor of despair pills & weekly therapy don’t matter any more. after the blink, beyond the lurid sleep, eyes wide open are catching the sight of me © ave jeanne 2000 ave jeanne was one of the old gang who appeared in the pages of Thunder Sandwich back in the 80's. Since then, her poetry has been widely published throughout the known world, in both literary and commercial magazines, and seven chapbooks. Since establishing Black Bear Review in 1984, ave has served as editor/publisher and in 1996 extended her duties to include savvy webmaster. Black Bear's efforts online have not gone unnoticed; ave claims to receive an occasional e-mail from Emily Dickinson - though she can't seem to recall the late poet's e-ddress at this time... bbreview@earthlink.net

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