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She was known for her collection of unusual things. Wherever she traveled she brought back objects of art to her home. Wood carvings, polished stones, intricate weavings, blown glass, sculpted metals. People said she had an eye for beauty, a gift for finding the truly unique. But she was not interested in what others thought.…

It was love at first sight for him. For her she had to get used to his face. He looked like her Yorkshire Terrier. It was his red shaggy beard and eyebrows. What she was attracted to was his eyes – dark and gentle, with a sparkle to them – again, like her dog’s. He…

He fought to climb the ice walls into darkness and touch the stars. He fell back, hands burned, eyes blinded, and cried —Why?  The crowd rejoiced at his success.  No, a failure, he insisted, but was denied. Excerpt from Light-Years in the Dark: StoryPoems (see more) photo-art design by todd crawshaw

There was a woman who danced herself to death and no one knew why. A crowd gathered to witness her collapse. They stared at her lifeless body until a man dressed in black took it upon himself to bury her. People stood at her grave site confused by the void in their lives left by…

A naked woman was arranging sea shells in the sand. I stopped to ask her what she was doing. Changing, she told me, without looking up. Her hair was long and tangled. In the twilight her skin sparkled with a veneer of salt and silica. Her intricate designs were beautiful but appeared to have no…

On a stretch of desert, for the moment my home, the luminous vision silenced me like a blinding laugh. I knew without asking the answer. It was foretold before I spoke. There was no need to want what I already had. The blossoms of invisible substance took impossible form. I could hold in my hands…

The condemned man smoked a cigarette with his executioner and in the short time they had together they had become friends. The subject of blame was not discussed. Neither one held the other responsible. Nor was guilt a commodity they cared to exchange, of little value now, something they both chose to bury. They spoke…