Focus

he presses the viewfinder against eye fingertips hovering hummingbird adjustment tiny clicks & with a flick of the thumb in focus capture a moment possessed in a black box moved forward by a turn of a wheel non-existing without darkroom and chemical bath dripping with anticipation we remember the moments in out of focus squares

double tap

one of those caught-in-the-rainstorm moments between the seven ten and a flight of stairs hello mat soaking in and with a double tap we’re in A foyer, and there’s a towel (oh god yes hot coffee) trading tales from the streets and catching up on the weather

How to clean your wings

Rummaging through the dreamscape I pull a pair from a chest of drawers Unfurled Asking how to clean my wings After being in storage for so long Forgotten skills reimagined New heights reaching Provided I remember how to fly

Star Harvest

We opened the bay, extending the R.E.X. as far out as it’d go- jokes always been a bit too short on the long swing. Well, jokes’ on you. The whole unit shuddered. JR cackles over the coms “She’s-all the-way out-boss—over” & here we go “Alright, we’re going in three stages- AG, R.E.X., Sturgeon. Got it?... Continue Reading →

Looks like rain

Dark grey over vineyards Shadows chasing off the crows Transforming one by one Into Bordeaux or Pinot Noir Delicate hints of history underneath Leaving clues to forecast the winter It’s going to be a wet season Invitation to come inside & Reconnect over titillating tidbits and forgetting for a moment The road still washed out... Continue Reading →

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