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Finally finished this little project this week. All the images were taken within a few feet of my home. All were taken with my Original Lensbaby and post-processed in Lightroom. Bit of a fluke that turned into a longer project. … Continue reading
eyeballs rattle
in an empty cup–
the smell of coffee
No man
is an island,
but
some of them
can be
really
big
pen-
insulas.
God is dead?
Old Friedrich may have presaged it but
He is still in his wracking death throes
he will not go gently
into that night
into which we plunge
ourselves.
He’s in his wracking, shivering death throes,
grabbing our sleeves, white-knuckled in his gnarled arthritic claws,
crying for the mother he never had,
rending his hair,
tearing at his own chest,
cursing his own heart
his own children,
begging them,
“Tell them I said something…”
If my mind is a pool, and it is, it is,
then let these words be pebbles
dropped
into this pool
this still pond
(this pool is still a pond…),
and let these images be maps
of the strange parabolas
followed by these strange pebbles…
