Three Collages

by Bill Wolak

Collage undresses the darkness with a mirror’s secret undertow. It’s a dance done on burning kites while dreaming at the speed of light.

 

The Sensitivity of Scars

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Expectant as nakedness, collage is a door that surfaces in the shipwreck of your sleep. It’s a caress with the irresistible softness of a slipknot in a velvet blindfold. At its best, like poetry, collage is a moan just beyond delirium.

Unanticipated Tenderness

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I make collages out of all kinds of materials. Most are made out of paper engravings. Many collages are digitally generated or enhanced.

Time Relinquishes Nothing

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Bill Wolak is a poet, photographer, and collage artist.  He has just published his twelfth book of poetry entitled Love Opens the Hands with Nirala Press. His most recent translation with Mahmood Karimi-Hakak, Love Me More Than the Others: Selected Poetry of Iraj Mirza, was published by Cross-Cultural Communications in 2014.  His collages have been published in over a hundred magazines including: The Annual, Peculiar Mormyrid, Danse Macabre, Dirty Chai, Hermeneutic Chaos Literary Journal, Lost Coast Review, Mad Swirl, Otis Nebula, and Horror Sleaze Trash. In 2016, he was a featured poet at The Mihai Eminescu International Poetry Festival in Craiova, Romania; Europa in Versi, Lake Como, Italy; The Pesaro International Poetry Festival, Pesaro, Italy, and The Xichang-Qionghai Silk Road International Poetry Week, Xichang, China.  Mr. Wolak teaches Creative Writing at William Paterson University in New Jersey.

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