Cuttings

A Poem

Anne Harrison
Nov 5 · 1 min read
© A. Harrison

I hold no scissors
Yet still the images fall
Piling frame by frame
About my feet.

What remains, they say,
Is the best of me:
A blank roll, the stills
Shaped by their eyes.

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At 10 I discovered travel, books and philosophy. Now I pass my days with a camera in one hand, a notebook in the other, looking for the perfect coffee.

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