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,… Continue Reading “Texture”
The high lakes, frozen, clear, Distort reflections of the mountain. Old men with trekking poles Filter through the forest. All with some form of Achilles And Homeric hunger pangs. Drawn to recite soliloquies To the unmoving cold. Return to the… Continue Reading “The High Lakes”
Hawthorne Street, Portland Oregon, April 2019. Click on image to enlarge. More images can be found here.
Reservoir #5 Click on image to enlarge. More images found here.