Tag: poem

  • Prism

    Prism

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    Todd
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    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…

  • Sound

    Sound

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    Todd
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    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…

  • Rainstorm

    Rainstorm

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    Todd
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    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…

  • Mask

    Mask

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    Todd
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    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.…

  • Timing

    Timing

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    Todd
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    At the subway station a man was talking to himself about the inaccuracy of time relative to his inability to do what he wanted to do and be where he needed to be in order to meet his deadlines. He had overslept. His alarm clock failing once again to do its job. His office assistants…

  • Passion

    Passion

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    Todd
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    She sat in a glass booth selling tickets to those who wished to view her life. The price was negotiable but she never gave it away for free. There was no value to the encounter if people believed she was worth nothing. On this philosophy she built a steady clientele. These patrons enjoyed her company…

  • Freak

    Freak

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    Todd
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    On the outskirts of a small town miles from the nearest city lived the two-headed man. A freak of nature.  In reality, twins sharing organs and extremities. Whose parents were flying trapeze artists, hired by a circus primarily to acquire their son. Lacking talent, they fell to their deaths when he was only a child.…

  • Years

    Years

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    Todd
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    The river asked me who I was to be gazing so longingly into her curving body of cascading dreams and shifting beauty. Excerpt from Light-Years in the Dark: StoryPoems (see more) photo-art design by todd crawshaw

  • Light

    Light

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    Todd
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    Through a field of wavering grass came a procession of men and women. Colors flowed from their bodies shimmering like wings of a butterfly skimming over gold and emerald water. They smiled as they passed me on their way none would say to where. Mirrors flashing in their hands like dangerous jewels in the sun…

  • Dominion

    Dominion

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    Todd
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    The creatures of this foreign land were descendants of god, or so they claimed, and roamed restless the fertile earth by concocting mountains of steel and glass, valleys of cement, and clouds of dust. From prison towers guarding their spoils attained from privilege and sacred blood they perched, vigilant of the thieves who conspired to…