Art Gallery - April 20, 2016

14:60, 9' x 14', oil on paper, 2015 | Shane Bevel

Fourteen Bishop Kelley students created this piece in sixty minutes after studying a unit on Abstract Expressionism. "This was right after the Paris attacks, so we channeled anger, frustration and aggression, similar to how some Abstract Expressionists felt after WWII," said their art teacher, Anna Kallstrom. "But, we also discussed hope and peace, which brought brighter areas [to the piece]."

​Mijo

by Keith Daniels

No chant from any frat house could ever produce
 a volume as loud as my page. 

Read in solitude. It’s OK. Live from the Panhandle state!
Where they panhandle weight cross de border from
mis amigos. “¿Que pasa guey, donde es mi kilos? ¡Compadre andale!”

He say how he underground because back home he underpaid…
Just another UFO what the governor say...but hey…
My nephew’s part Latino.
With the mixture of Africana and Indiana—

The complexion of his essence comes nothing short of heaven.
And to hear his language jibber from his lips is a miracle within itself.
I say “¡Mijo, give me besos!” And he gives me a kiss, right on the cheek—

That has to be God right there.
I've been baptized with the foresight to see
that these small moments are everything.
Somehow a second feels like 23 years. The core of my siblings manifested into children. How can two pair of eyes control time?
I'll tell you…
The same way a spinning chair becomes a spaceship.
Only with our spirits as the pilot—

My flesh is my own destruction—

My reflection my only obstruction—

Note to self. I shall be a better human being than I was the day before. 

Effective immediately. Repeat repeatedly.
I pray I leave my seed room enough to be any tree his leaves desire.

Till we expire—

Mijo.

Keith Daniels, aka "Sneak the Poet," is a Tulsa native, writer, actor, poet and director, and recent graduate of TU.

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