Category: Olympus OM-2

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 20, 201510:52 am

Pic and a Word Challenge #3: Depth

I have explored
The depths of the people I love
And discovered profound beauty

Still, there remain aspects unseen
Valleys undiscovered
Some never to be revealed

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 19, 201511:45 am

Organic Grid

At first, I think
A grid, man-made
Machine-like regularity
Straight lines and perfect angles
Mundane, boring

Abstract by Patrick JenningsSep 19, 201511:09 am

Houston, we have a problem

When I was a kid we had one of those huge station wagons with the fake wood side trim and a jump seat that faced backwards. My dad loved to drive, so every weekend we’d pile into the car, all six of us, and go for drives through the central New Jersey countryside.

Olympus OM-2 by Patrick JenningsSep 19, 201510:13 am

The China Shop

On Saturdays, I like to stop in at the china shop on my morning walk. It’s best first thing, just after they’ve opened, when it’s quiet and I have the place to myself. Betty, the owner, always has a pot of tea on the go and lets me choose any tea cup from her inventory to sip it from.

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 18, 20159:25 am

Where I’m Going

When travelling
I may know the road I am on
And even where it goes
But am always surprised
Where it takes me

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 15, 201511:58 am

NWW Photo Prompt ~ Alien Places

Alien Places Welcome to the September 15th, 2015 edition of the NWW Photo Prompt! The New West Writers Photo Prompt is a twice-monthly challenge for writers of all genres. It’s easy to participate — and we…

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 13, 20154:04 pm

Revering the dead

In many ways
We give more reverence
To the dead
Than the living

Olympus OM-2 by Patrick JenningsSep 13, 201512:52 pm

Pic and a Word Challenge #2: Attraction

Zuhra noticed Tahir was still at his shop. She shuttered her own, the veils and headscarves already neatly tucked away for the night, and closed the clasp on the lock.

Waving goodbye to Patime, who sold baskets, Zuhra aimlessly made her way across the street, being careful to take in all the sights of the nearly closed marketplace before innocently stopping outside Tahir’s shop.

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 12, 20155:34 pm

Midway Blues

The forest burned
Above the steam
Hot red and orange
What once was green

Some get the blues
They can’t condone
The forest stripped
To barest bone

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 12, 20154:18 pm

Red Velvet

When I’m hungry
All I can see is food

Like today, in this dry desert heat
With only the apples from yesterday
A can of baked beans, for a campfire dinner
And tomorrow morning’s apple-cinnamon oatmeal