The Imperial Hotel Physical (a poem)

An ekphrastic poem, inspired by photographs of Hi Red Center’s Shelter Plan (1964). Will the boxes be our shelter or our container? Given the potential consequences measurements seem almost beside the point and the photographs not so much documentation as a means of identifying the dead (as if you could do that without dental records) [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2016, Day #2

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to ‘write a poem that takes the form of a family portrait.’ We never did those in my family, so (as Mad magazine might put it) blecch! If you were to go by the evidence we never existed Nowhere will you find all of us together at the same time A man in [...]

Turning back to the path I thought I was on before life took me somewhere else (A poem)

Writing epistles is harder than I thought it would be. So far, I feel like I’m ending up with a really bad ‘artist’s rendering’… There’s an old photo on your wall of a diner somewhere on the coast No place you’ve ever been— a gas station probably stands there now There’s a picture of you on the [...]

Illumination (A poem)

Getting back to it after a bit of a break. Note that I am using illumination here in the Japanese sense; examples of illumination can be seen here and here. It’s been years since I last saw the lights opulent displays of color and bright to enliven the season distract from the chill with festivities running on into [...]

The truth about lighting (a poem)

I saw a commercial last night that started me thinking about lighting… Lighting makes everything look different often there’s a lot of ugly detail you never noticed before The clear is now cloudy the smooth is now blemished But when the lie is revealed it becomes nothing You can’t do that in the dark (16 [...]

What am I afraid of losing? (a poem)

A tentative step towards thinking about something I once read… I’ve heard that you should look at the pictures photographers take if you want to know what they are most afraid of losing I’m not sure what that says about me My photographic life is filled with      objects      shadows      reflections [...]

Upon finding the box of Polaroids I had taken a few weeks ago but then forgot all about (a poem)

Last night, I used my Polaroid SX-7o for the first time this year. When putting the print in the empty film box to save until I got home, I found that I had left three photos in it from the last time I used the camera… Photographs forgotten left in the box to be unexpectedly [...]

More weird dream stuff (December 2014)

More strange dreams last night/this morning… I I’m working in a hospital. I catch a woman with a scalpel trying to steal something. I knock the scalpel out of her hand and detain her for the authorities. The really odd thing is that she is a dead ringer for another woman at the hospital, so I [...]