Tag: Photography

Texture

We sleep upon the rough carpet Distracted—insomnia twins Twirling threads and frays   Floorboards still heard Beneath our pressed ears Though muffled—small creaks   Of planks, bare, exposed in spots Revealing coats of wax and stain Covered in fresh oversleep   Our hands scuffed,…

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”.        

Silent Friendship

The deer mouse comes out, when the night covers the entire sky.   Through foliage, appearing in little instants, eyes gleaming black, tail flying behind him. He’s in the peripheral of your flashlight as his jump crests the undergrowth. His business, a serious endeavor,…

Teeth Of Sea

  The ways to one another are uneven. Steps expand, contract, falter, fuse Feet unsure, like magnets running Fixed fast to the sprawling spin Of simple skin and porous bone.   We push hands through texture Cool walls made up of paint layers The…

Utterance

The road—a language. The forest—a heart. Two voices. Both twist around mountains Where one can lose oneself Or be found.          

Linear

The mist stifles all sound, confines sight Numbs time, suspends the linear Encloses you in tentative comfort While scaring you with limitations   You find yourself worried about the quiet Near the shallow ripples of the lake Where the hills slant their hardest towards…

Still Life (A Myth)

I will pick a blue flower. # The old one sits in a vase.  Navy blue, blackened, dry crumbs, as if pressed inside an old book. A little life clings to its edges, a lingering glow. Mother nibbles at these fresh parts, the fresh…

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