E. Dannielle Slaughter

Ringling College of Art + Design
Fine Arts- 2010

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Some written things..

“Dead Ant”

I just killed an ant

He was alive and doing

all that he was meant to do.

He was a productive member

of his society

Or so I understand.

He was here and in a moment

without hesitation

I squished him with my


He was erased by my eraser.

I feel no remorse.

“Paradise City”

Her eyes twinkle like the sweet air on Derby day.

Her ambitious nature is like that 4th place horse just almost hitting the mark.

Her skin smells like the tasty crackling chicken at your grandmother’s house after church on Sunday.

Her smile is like the first taste of a refreshing mint-julipe when all the beer has gone warm.

Her shoulder’s tan calls to you like the blue shade of dew-covered grass when the sun hits the horizon.

Her laughter is filled and slow like the bridges during rush hour.

Her hair falls like the distant skyline, holding tall but with its edges drawn out.

Her anger is like a forced cotillion, with a sour yes mam’ and no’mam.

Her touch is unlike the forgetful pup crawl down Bardstown rd.

She is your paradise city.

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