Tag: City

Listening Words

  April’s stillness, ruffled by a hum of The distant drone of a circular saw The pressing winds of moving cars The drift of a child’s laughter Sound is a field of words   Image entitled “Motion”.        

Wild Glow

The city is not anyone’s anymore, as if it ever was. The empty railroad warehouses, where… Romance wore smudged faces, fought over a tough touch. Now, old bruises, vanished on the wide surface of skin. Strong arms refused to let go To lovers Who… Continue Reading “Wild Glow”

Lost City

The streets have no direction, no destination. They wind back into themselves, while they take her… somewhere… she’s never been. She looks at a map of the city, it would appear to be simple, small, within a defined space. On the streets is a… Continue Reading “Lost City”

Hands

  These lines in my Hands, Some say they can read them. Stories like hills speak through them A Dirt Embeds itself in my palms Deep inside the lines, I have rinsed with the coldest Water Over my opened Hand As more lines appear,… Continue Reading “Hands”

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