Narcissus, Photographer (Erica Jong Poem)
"...a frozen memory, like any photo, where nothing is missing, not even, and especially, nothingness..." -- Julio Cortázar, "Blow Up" ...
"...a frozen memory, like any photo, where nothing is missing, not even, and especially, nothingness..." -- Julio Cortázar, "Blow Up" ...
When I die I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East ...
Around the cross of Christ glowing, illumined in candlelight tired from our work but joy in our hearts Speaking in ...
His eyes closed as were hers, a whisper of a kiss, a prayer breathed onto her brow, as if into ...
Tightly wrapped, as she was so recently inside her mother's womb curled up in her father's arms matching bracelets, letting ...
Finding its own way, a purchase, in the seam the tiny hole, the junction between the dirt, the air, the ...
A living swarm moving earth a colony of ants making the ground quiver with activity June 26, 2007 7:42am photo ...
It was a moment of fate a convergence of events that gave me an opportunity chance to capture spark in ...
A photo, a memory, flashed on my computer screen screen saver of a loop of honeymoon pictures an exotic place ...
Roll over, snooze hit Warm covers, cold morn Morning light Piercing my slumber Out the window Down below My barn ...
Joy At the starting A new life New friends, peers, colleagues Challenges for my mind My spirit, myself Unfettered, open, ...
Walking on the path Looking for a gator Down by the water A star preens for me And my camera ...
Interacting when I'm ready On my terms, in my way In control Ready to take the lead in the class, ...
Tom Joad had it right His introduction to us all, more in print than film, of a man fixing his ...
Oh they got the name right when they named these Ancient flyers of the sun tail like an alligator's flesh ...
Miss Erica is right looking at the handiwork of the spinster on the loom rich clear lines of silk spun ...
Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown ...
The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead if the lips were gone. The year has ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
I miss you too. Something old is broken, nobody's in hell. Sometimes I kiss strangers, sometimes no one speaks. Today ...
I have become very hairy all over my body. I'm afraid they'll start hunting me because of my fur. My ...
The autumn feels slowed down, summer still holds on here, even the light seems to last longer than it should ...
We're talking different kinds of vulnerability here. These icicles aren't going to last for ever Suspended in the ultra violet ...
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in I am ...
Since I don't know who will be reading this or even if it will be read, I must invent someone ...
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