Liberace played I’ll be seeing you, in all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces All day through…. It was his song. Your song, too, or maybe I just made it so. The night of your funeral I tried my voice on it --standing on a table top, drunk past oblivion. The manager kicked us out. He couldn’t abide grief like that -I wore mine brash, like a coat of feathers, fur and rhinestones, so heavy I had a hard time standing. I wanted to make sure you could find me in the morning sun and when the night is new I’ll be looking at the moon, but I’ll be seeing…you. P. A. Pashibin is a poet and folk artist, presently working on a collection of poetry and graphics in the form of picasiette mosaics. She received her MFA from Hamline University's College of Liberal Arts. In December her collage work was featured at Homewood Studios' "Transparent Self" show in Minneapolis. Her writing appears in anthologies, literary journals, and self-published chapbooks. Below: Arethusa by Angel Hawari
PRØOF Magazine's third issue explores the relationships that exist between music, art, and literature.