"Enraptured" by Rachel Lake
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"Enraptured" by Rachel Lake
Prismacolor pen
2011
"Red Lips" by Rachel Lake
Van Gogh Watercolor and Prismacolor pens
2013
"KT Tunstall" by Rachel Lake
Prismacolor markers and pens
2012
"Dancer" by Rachel Lake
Van Gogh Watercolor and Prismacolor Pens
2011
Louisa May Alcott Quote by Rachel Lake
"Laura" by Rachel Lake
Based off a Vampire Masquerade character :3
Van Gogh Watercolor and Prismacolor pens
2013
"Underwater" by Rachel Lake
Van Gogh Watercolor
The Garage Knelt beneath the staircase my skin hummed against the threat of discovery, the shock of her blonde hair, the string of his guitar, the damp silhouette beneath my thin cotton dress. Clouds of laughter and smoke swung between us, a circuit of pungent electricity rocked with soft delirium. She kissed my lips with curling halos of marijuana and strawberry, blew dandelion-seed wishes for a boy. II. The Carnival The arc of the Ferris Wheel winked above crowns of swaying pine, causing us to drift off track. It was an asylum from the empty road ahead of us, a catalyst for the drug, so we shoved crumpled dollars into fat hands of grey-haired ticket vendors, stumbled arm-in-arm across straw-thatched grounds, red-eyed, howling, lost in ourselves, rapturous, discomposed–limitless. III. The Launch We crawled inside the bench seat, a metal bar strapped across our laps, pinned to sweat-stained vinyl and faith in numbers. The engine lurched and the machine gyrated satellite shuttles into streams of brilliant red and canary shrieks. Our bodies were fused together in pools of marrow and spun-sugar. My brother and sister, we were reborn in mongrel gravity, the vicinity of three, rendered invincible by bastard youth.
Published poem in BurningWord by Rachel Lake
http://burningword.com/2012/04/call-to-outlaws/
"Traveler" by Rachel Lake
Van Gogh Watercolor, Prismacolor
April, 2013
"Wolf" by Rachel Lake
Van Gogh Watercolor and prismacolor pens
"Red Woman" by Rachel Lake
Van Gogh Watercolor
May 2013
Given away at a reading :)
"Ray Bradbury's Psychologist" by Rachel Lake
The psychologist from Ray Bradbury's short story, "The Earth Men" from The Martian Chronicles.
"He was a jovial, smiling man, if one could believe the mask he wore, for upon it was painted not one smile, but three."
Pearlescent Liquid Gold Acrylic, Van Gogh watercolor, and Prismacolor pens
Two of my poems, "The Girl at the Public Pool" and "Specimen," are in the newest issue of The Bicycle Review!