not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

late in the day

late in the day
when the shawl of quiet falls
when sound merges with pulse
when now is as evident
as a bruise on a plum


  1. learning about poems, photos, even the ones jammed in dusty bibles

    thank you so much

  2. Erin i have been coming here for a while now...i have even brought people to this place to see the world as you see it....i'm in love with your vision...i don't know how to describe it...sometimes these images are so simple that you just want to smile at how you were always so close to the world yet considered yourself far off...thank you for this....

  3. when the day deepens and darkens
    when the hands of the clock
    pull now through you
    like thread through a needle's eye

    and memory...
    is this the time to remember?
    or is this the time to forget?



"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))