“An Ode to the Paintings of a Newly Discovered Artist” In smoke-tones as only oldest memories will slow their burns to smolder, her visions sift as softly as ash, breeze-blown and balmy, will filter forward noiselessly in palling ebon fingers: the dim ellipses of faces, our silhouetted lost, their bewitching figures now remembrances unlit, all … Continue reading “An Ode to the Paintings of a Newly Discovered Artist,” by Eric Robert Nolan