"Felino Soriano's language scans each scene through the keen eye of an eagle. Ekphrastic interpretations in a sea between updraft and whitecap. Our guide into this gallery is the real artist. Articulate. Elegant as mirrors by candlelight. Each painting, like fledglings being pushed out of the nest; all the down has been plucked away, only the sharpness remains. They'll nudge you, lead you to the edge; teach you how to fly." --Joseph R. Trombatore (author Screaming at Adam, Pushcart nominee)
Ow stop that Not like that It’s hurting So we stopped One day When we’re old Honey remember when? Honey will be Dead but His cocking dick Knows what It will tell all The chicks It’ll squabble Over the feed Peck their nipples Bone sting Bite sugar Rock candy ‘til ill I took two The next day I said I’m going to At least Get high Off my Rapist boy See you Soon She said See you In ICU I took the Biggest Lollipop and Left her The gumball 22 issue Number fives And a Pocket knife Went to the Nursery and Said here Take my Baby girl She’s sick Sugar coma Puking All on me Ow stop that I bruise Easy
I'm lovin' it Sheila. A painterly sense of form and discipline. A connection to the Renaissance, even. And the painterly composition, "coded," makes it clear you're the vessel for a kind of self-portrait. You have won some more praise from me!
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