

ParallaxParallaxParallax
An ancient sky, its massive grey erosion spanned
above the peaks. A ruined statue of cloud, pressing its shadow across a cupped valley.
In the flight of a red-tailed hawk: defiance. Each feather an imperative. Lift! Lift! My lungs cradling gravity.
A blue wind fletches the meadow, early afternoon.
Sweetgrass and lupines step outside their bodies
and explore the alpine as scent.
*
Anchored to granite, the dying glacier ghosts
into the lake like a white flower sinking &


PleasurePleasurePleasure
Morning invites the yellow of a wasp, who settles on the rim of my cup and sips at the black puddle of coffee, glutted on the brown sugar. And slowly tips
down into the ceramic embouchure. Its then that I notice its wings, restless and anticipatory, never quite stop moving.
Imperceptible tremors, amplified
by some physical miracle that shapes the cup into an instrument. Concerto in B flat, an utter distillation of sound disguised in the acute manifolds of its
impatient wings. Violins
--
"We felt the imprisonment of being a girl,
the way it made your mind active and dreamy..."
you're always a pleasure to read
--
- the faith of wind, betrayed by the trust of birds -
--
"We felt the imprisonment of being a girl,
the way it made your mind active and dreamy..."
--
[link]
--
- the faith of wind, betrayed by the trust of birds -
--
[link]
--
- the faith of wind, betrayed by the trust of birds -
--
Bob Carlos Clarke said of his wife Lindsey once "It takes a strong woman to be with a man that is obsessed with photographing the woman at the next table...."
Darklight Photography [link] Dance [link]
Previous Page12345...Next Page