Inconceivable

Perforations acorns spackle a plot of grass, denting the earth with such humble perforations not one is destined to rootand and yet their collective persistence, their uniform, haphazard conglomerating whets the fertile expanse of the damp and formless ground so many puncture wounds— nature’s indeterminate guarantee against finality

“It would be easier . . . “

Here’s a poem that appeared in Reconnaissance, published by Homebound Publications in 2015. Long Shot A good snapshot stops a moment from running away.      ~Eudora Welty The dilemma is not about choosing between architecture or faces, panorama or close-up, indirect light or flash but between the print’s future frame and the quiet immobility […]