
Category Archives: Photography
localmotive
two mechanical birds of a feather
eddie
triangles
the yellowest wall
Norfolk, VA 02/02/15
heating yellow
cooking yellow
stimulating yellow
yellow synchronization
yellow invitation
gold tooth smile
banana bunch yellow
fear of fire
yellow-jacket sting
yellow eyes open
the love in yellow
ancient yellow
enlightened yellow
baked, golden crisp
smearing butter
on gus’ easter vest
vibrating discontent
“it’s t-o-o yellowish”
cowardly lion caution
yellow streak
run chicken run
burning sulfur
suffocation odor
the pale blue flame
dances in hell
yellow christ
sodden sun
the entire sun
soaking through
stunned
when i look outside
my car window
mister mustard
cut the custard
on newport avenue
—with the knife
i am here
to take pictures
but not of a wall
this light is special light
rare light
thick, plush light
when the sun drops down
between the doom
of stormy onslaught
and twilight
gilding objects bathe
in photons
riding the perfect
electromagnetic wave
mere minutes of riches
i seize the gift
and smell
the acrid wonder
of chemistry
peeling apart the pack-film
i view the captured glow
with elation and astonishment
out of reflex
i look back to the wall
—to compare realities
but the wall has changed
now drab and drained
now yawning
abandoned
in despair of thin light
once again i look back
back to the past
i hold in my hand
and i am pleased yellow

crow’s feet

Exhibited at the 32nd Annual Juried Photography Exhibit,
Suffolk Art Gallery from 03-05-16 to 04-15-16.
Published on the Virginian-Pilot’s Local News Section
(03-08-15). It is number three of four in the slideshow
included with Mary Reid Barrow’s
“Colorful Birds Visit From the North When Food is Scarce.”

the bleeding doe
you departed
by
the stream
turned
into
a meadow
surrendering
your
fawn
to wobble
on fairy-tale
legs
an empty vessel
shaking
in winter
your fawn
i took
to hold
and fed
his spots
molasses
growing
ravenous
his antlers
a majestic
rack
of finger lakes
melting
the prophetic
snow
feeding
a summer-lake
catharsis
he did
lure
a fair maiden
captivated
by
his berth
with lake
held high
above his head
she plunged
into
his depths
her buoyancy
she did
surrender
the fair maiden
loved
the mighty stag
and he did
return
her love
and his mother
grew for me
flowers
pushed up
through
the warm earth
i picked
them
for the wolf

when the tables turn


Lighthouse

