Inscription

I've posted this photo once before, in my Livejournal. Awhile ago I ordered a used copy of a "A Stone, A Leaf, A Door: Poems" by Thomas Wolfe, and when it arrived by mail I opened it and found this inscription. It asks so many questions--are Edward and Harry (Harriet? Harold?) still around? What sort of person would pass something like this off to a used bookstore? Whatever the story, I would love to know it. It's almost too intimate to display, but at the same time, it's so beautiful I want to immortalize it, share it to the eyes of the world. This is a record of someone's life changing--don't we all long for someone to have such an effect upon us?

Husk

We went to the Mihsihkinaahkwa pow wow last weekend, camped at the park in the heat and humidity. Sunday morning I got up early and went wandering with the camera. Saw this... thing... on the side of the road, which turned out to be a roasted ear of corn someone had lost or discarded. I might use this for a book cover in the near future, just something about it...

Door

I've been doing a lot of Photoshop art lately (well, I flatter myself that it's art, anyway). I don't have the full program, just Elements, but it's pretty versatile nonetheless.

I Know Why The Caged Bee Stings

The power in these lines
I cannot tap without burning my fingertips

Liquids and lightning
Seeking their own level

Pink is for girls, blue: a boy’s best friend
And fishing nets and city maps
Can both be worn, don’t count for clothing

Charged, you turned your glass eye skyward
Full of tears devoid of artifice

I saw your live wire masquerade
To your hidden hum I wrote these lyrics

Buildings Of Night

Hundreds of miles east,
Moments before I can see them
The setting sun kisses the evening sky
With his flame, in your eyes.

We are just the same as I watch them
Tussle from my front porch,
Two drunk lovers
Folding into a darkened alley,
A purse dropped onto still-wet bricks.