November 2010
3 posts
Experimental Chronicles -- VIII -- Who's that...
Who’s that girl living my life? A unique fashion, a posed stride Through the crowd. Eyes shielded Behind dark lenses move side to side. Short, sharp breaths, under layers Of diamonds. She can’t be the one Who has stolen my world. A thief Who has taken a one-way ticket, Wrapping it tightly around her finger. Who’s that girl, where’s she from? A phoenix birthed from secrets. A film negative of the...
Focus Street
Grey scale backgrounds and afternoon drizzles. Dreary Thursdays and sun soaked Saturdays. You lead. You follow. You travel. Rain, tears, spit, and spill. Absorbing wear and tear with the rest of us. You persist. Cracking and crumbling, busy and completely alone. A true friend—you’re there for the journey. The impossibly solemn summer nights, prayer filled winter mornings. The arrival....
Photograph
It goes beyond masked maple scent, auburn sun streaks and shadows. Lifetimes before posed smiles, fabricated bright eyes and painted presence. It’s one heartbeat, one moment in a timeline of natural motion. Locked gears in time, without breath, without hope. Sterile and lifeless. As the snow freezes on tounges in mid-air. Thick sweaters warming bodies frozen in space, in time. Magic finds...