Her eye restively flitted about the image on the gallery wall. “I’m not sure where to look,” she said.
“I’m not sure you’re supposed to look at any one thing,” he replied.
Tag: postaday
Photo Essay: Sanding ~ The Peninsula
He walked along the peninsula
Seas of cobalt blue to either side
His only burden
Which sea to swim in
Seas of cobalt blue to either side
His only burden
Which sea to swim in
The privilege of this state of being
Never occurred to him
Nor the poverty
Which had elevated him
Photo Essay: Sanding ~ The Kiss
Through the speaker
The sound of her voice
Entered my heart
With ambrosial grace and presence
The sound of her voice
Entered my heart
With ambrosial grace and presence
Sharp Left
There are times in life
When a sudden change in direction
Is strongly indicated
When a sudden change in direction
Is strongly indicated
Haiku Hot Rod
Flames trailing flaring
fender. Accelerator
down, slicing the wind.
fender. Accelerator
down, slicing the wind.
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