The texture of thought blended
Many side by side
film muted soft buzz
An outline, of yellow edges
Rich listened to the man on the phone and then said, “Graven images? No sir. We are a photographic service, not a funeral home.” Rich wrote…
Was I haunted by the ghost of a hummingbird…
The light, oh the light,over towering pinesand glinting glacial waters…
Close your eyes.
Can you feel it?