Words | Pictures
Writing paired with photography. Often beginning with a walk, sometimes ending somewhere else entirely.
Another World
The coffee grows cold again this morning. I've forgotten it exists, lost in the brief escape where thoughts and words are colliding in a tenuous weave. The computer screen glows in the coming light. One moment words are a failed lift off, the next its outer space. Into the wormhole and time is bent into a different realm. What I am left with, the words assembled on the screen, is a mystery as to how they appeared and where time went.
Creativity After 50
In my head there should be a factory
Unfortunately it may be closing
It’s more like a dying pet store
animals abandoned
shelled seeds strewn on cage floors
birds flutter around the bars
searching to fly free
peck for seeds but live on
stray chaff
Sustenance
…What a surreal nightmare to live through. Every person you’ve ever known and every person they have ever known only knew this way of life. Until the exact day when tomorrow became unknown and yesterday became never again…
October Storm
…Ollie the dog was leaping
at the sliding door. Opened
the cold air
rushed in
and he rushed out
bounding into the yard
barking at nothing
I could see except
the white grass…
