The manual transmission sticks at times, a reminder that we need a service and I need to find a new place for my engine to unwind. There was a time when things were simpler, when you could change the sparks … Continue reading Time to drive. a poem.
The prairie and the road calls, A waltz of remembrance Dancing along the asphalt, Like a tumbleweed made of last regrets. The stick shift clicks in place, The tension defining its existence mirrored on the driver’s face. Wheels spin and … Continue reading Driven. A poem.
Tease this silver filament, an ambit claim on every foot, squeezed and cajoled through calloused hands. Climb this tensile fibre, climb until the heavens bloom and your body retches from the unyielding pressure. When you reach your goal, set free … Continue reading Rope. A poem.
I like to write poems. I like to take photographs. Sometimes I take photos of things. Here’s one, with an accompanying poem. I don’t normally write poems about things, but for my photos I can make an exception. Cheers Steve … Continue reading Upstart Photographer: Things #2
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