gone.

ink on my fingers
bees on my brain
my friends are all missing;
they left on a train.

their backpacks are full
of granola and knives,
DIY zines about anarchist lives.

they blow me a kiss
as they turn and they flee...
i pick flower petals as i say,
"woe is me."

"gone."
poetry
Allynn Carpenter
January 2009

Remembering Grandma II

5 Generations, October 2008

Wings

wings, ballpoint pen, 6.5x6", Allynn Carpenter Oct '07

untitled

untitled, 7.5x4.25" ink & coffee on napkin, Allynn Carpenter Oct 2007