Yep, it’s that time of the month, again. Time for some dreary photos to liven up your/my dreary world.
This time, I’ve included a few (very) brief poems to accompany my black and white, unfiltered shots.
Sunlight. A poem.
Through the ancient boughs, you shine,
shadow fall and illumine.
Statue. A poem.
The weight of thought and remonstrance.
Who is left to argue, now?
Who is left, with you, to stand?
View. A poem.
I won’t weary of your patina sky,
my square-cut, sandwiched, glassy eyes
that see the world as it could be
as evidenced, so literally.
You like? If no, then sorry.
My first book of poetry, The All or the Nothing, is available now as an e-book from most online distributors. To find out more, click here.