Tag: photo
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Essence
She was searching for the essence of her self. In the books she read. In the people she met. The men she loved. The work she created. She wanted the stories to be real. Each mind to be interesting. The effort to be worthwhile. The trust to be reciprocal. Yet she revealed herself too soon.…
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Visionbird
little vision bird blue dot balanced on a branch peeping through an adopted body feathered leaf green. no worries at the moment and the moment is what matters basic physics relative to a worm. spontaneous with what is known best and easy to understand a soliloquy simple in its wisdom chirping words into music. eyes…
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Amour
Beside a fire on the beach, under a sky breaking into colors, we felt and heard the pounding heartbeat of our ancient home. Was it fantasy, this ocean within us, bound by voluptuous skin, as deep and unfathomable as our desires? Searching for answers, we explored the catacombs that hid our dreams. In the depth of…
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Lucky
Lucky was his nickname. Like the scar on his jaw, both were given to him at the age of seven by his older brother who pushed him out their bedroom window. The three story fall was broken by the extended arm of an oak tree on which he bounced before landing in a bed of…
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Waste
Each day, despite the weather or his ailments, he rooted through the hills and valleys of discarded boxes, dilapidated furniture, and broken equipment. He enjoyed the smells, especially latex paint when it spilled from its container to waft for a dominant moment over the pungent odors of rotting food. He was not overly fond of…
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Playground
A child with monsters in her head ran screaming across the playground. As her feet left the asphalt touching cool bladed grass her demons transformed into swans and she flew with arms stretched flapping over water to her waiting friends. Excerpt from Light-Years in the Dark: StoryPoems (see more) photo-art design by todd crawshaw
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Prism
In the vast shadow of a garden he was on his back questioning the moon and stars. It took more than the strategic leap of an astronaut’s faith to reach the blackness. The luminous net of clouds would be too soft and forgiving to stop or catch his fall. He had to first escape the…
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Sound
At a city intersection stood a man who spoke of trumpets in his head, an entire orchestra that performed solely for him. Bloated and shirtless, conducting the air with his hands, he stopped to twirl the ends of his beard before grabbing the torn wings of his coat as if preparing for flight. Passersby paused…
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Rainstorm
She walked into a rainstorm of cobalt blue. Viridian green. Aquas. Emeralds. The colors fell around her with each brush stroke, spattering her clothes, her hair, the ground. She reached into the sky and brought down a shower of wetness with her fingertips. She fell in love with the droplets as they shimmered, trickling off…
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Mask
In a remote mountain village lived a man who wore a mask. The residents of this town regarded the new arrival as a pitiful curiosity since it was assumed by all that he was hiding some hideous deformity. He stayed inside his cabin, venturing out only to purchase provisions or for solitary walks at night.…