Water Ice When it fell off my spoon it left this great reddish pink puddle And I thought about the summer sun and the fall sun And how it doesn't feel like the same star at all The light is so different you can't pretend that the summer will stretch on and on
Bob Marley Tapestry My daughter waves at Bob Marley in the window every time we walk by I'm beginning to worry that inanimate objects are too readily becoming friends Truth is, I'm happy she recognizes him Day after day And thinks he is a lost uncle
Elana Mallov is a Philadelphia based artist and art teacher who dabbles in the occasional written word. A painter by day, writer by night, she has finally converged the two worlds in this new set of drawings and poems. She is also a contributing writer for Wreck Park Journal and founding member of Spillway Collective, an artist run gallery located in Philadelphia.