Two Prose Poems by Lorette C. Luzajic

The Limestone Angel

“I saw the angel in the marble, and carved, until I set him free.” Is that Michelangelo’s story of David, pale, proud puer, metamorphic, metaphoric masterpiece? This limestone angel, what was it like to sweep aside the stone and chisel him to life, tentatively, carefully, coaxing him to standing? Did the artist tremble at his touch, contouring calcaneus, mazza to mandible, scalpel to sinew, fingertips brushing across the tender loins of the boy who would be king?


On the tenderest day of September, we pulled the rental Mustang over to the side of the forlorn road.  I opened your Levis right there under the bluest sky, and took you out. You stood there, so naked against the vines heavy with wine, purple and hungry and so uncertain as to what it was I wanted. It was only this behind this unruly impulse of mine, to feel that absurd, wonderful warmth for a moment before  the long drive home.

Lorette C. Luzajic is the founder and editor of The Ekphrastic Review, a journal devoted to literature inspired by visual art. Her poetry is widely published, and recently in MacQueen’s Quinterly, Nine Muses, Misfit Magazine, Indelible, Wild Word, L.A. Cultural Weekly, and more. Visit her at

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