in disguise and walking through some far away hall of fame
on some rocky shore
all that dried paint ruined your brushes
from here on high dances the scattering crow winds
from here on high we're slightly hypnotized
by the confusing waves crashing coldly
on December beach
from here on out watching single gulls
erasing a path through the darkening skies
while those who moved away witnessed
blasted brushstrokes of cloud from vicious railways
mountains removed from cloud cover
send formations of birds westward to contradict the rain
from here on high the memory you hold
some sweet childhood together we missed
barely there
you concentrated on unclenching your hands
to cast a stone into that cold crashing spray
wanting to shake that forbidden fruit from your hair
to taste our time with all your broken arrows
planting flowers on that rocky shore
a refuge of orchids now grow there these days
petals kissing the ground
all whilst breathing in the familiar scent
of her razor winter
she is coming
2 comments:
I want this photo!
There's passion in those words. There's also something very "other-worldly" about these poems (often the photos too); I often think of your photos as a kind of dream-Xerox, or, if one could photograph memories, then I believe they'd look like this.
Thanks so much for your kind words!
I'm so happy that you have read into them in this way. It is very much the feeling I hope to convey..
when I first started making these images I came up with the label "Abstract narrative landscapes with figure" on a whim..I guess that's as close asw I can get to explaning the work....
I'm really really glad you enjoy them and I am making a note of the images you have expressed intrest in so that I may make prints for you!
been busy shooting for the show in October but will get some stuff printed for you between now and then for sure.
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