Photo by Linda Harms / Shutterstock.com The snow geese descend, leaning back, it seems, against the pond, as they land,wings out—for drag? For balance? I never think about flying in the way creatures with wings do. The mechanics, I mean. In my dreams, it seems...
Photo by LouiesWorld1 / Shutterstock.com First Touch:Heat swelling against my skin likegasoline rainbows in crevices of dirtroads. Remnants of homeseep through cotton. First Impression:Divided, multiplying geometric fields,steady, simple and pulsatinglike the rise and...
Photo by Erica Weidner from the ⒺⓂ to the Ⓖ, mosaics burst from subway tile walls:a pop of color in my grim grey commute,a rush of freedom running between crowded trains.suns explode with crimson color against turquoise skies,lines of orange and green stem from...
Cars test brakes for dogs.Walkers retract their leashesa measured three paces ahead.Heaving groomed cheststhey’re nosy; otherwise quiet.Glance into dingy windowshawking razors, Lotto, looseys.Move like they belong. Theirwalkers record these morningslike a safari, art,...
Marquez has straddled numerous state lines. He loves being in multiple places at once. Enjoys feeling scattered. Though, lately, he is restless and feeling … whole. So here he is at the famous intersection of Arizona, Utah, Colorado, and New Mexico, lying on the...
There’s a photo I love to shareI’m flying over the Hudsonin a tiny planesporting giant headphonesa blonde side braidJohn Lennon shadesa toothless grin. Out of framemy pilot friend observeswhat he perceives as peace. Later that dayafter we landin a Jersey fieldorder...
