Fiction, Poetry, Nonfiction, Photography and Photo Art
The train slowly gathered speed as it pulled away from the station. The sound of the wheels rattling against the tracks was something she found soothing. It established a kind of rhythm that, at least momentarily, drew her thoughts away from what she was leaving behind. From what had happened there.
Some photo art and photography from the last few weeks or so.
Mimi in Motion
When I was child, I remember having a great deal of freedom. I don’t mean that just in the sense of being able to spend a lot of time reading or wandering through the woods across the road from our house. I also mean it in the sense that being a girl was only one minor aspect of my existence and experience rather than being the thing that defined me as an individual.
Adolescents are the ones who get it
right, relishing
the graphic image as they cling together,
so close,
and whisper, “Oh, gross…”
Guts
and blood are undeniable
as are fingers, eyeballs, liver and kidney.
What have souls
and such to do with the body,
the words,
reduction and reproduction?
Even the phoenix only rises from the ashes
to become its fleshy self
once again.
Here is a selection of photo art pieces that all feature some level of abstraction. Some of these are slightly abstract and others are very abstract. I’ve always enjoyed abstract art and sometimes like to play that way with my own art. Enjoy!
If you’d like to see more, please visit my Flickr photostream.
A Fishy Federation
I’ve been in a bit of a writing funk lately, not getting anything to come together the way I want it to. I’m a slow writer under the best of circumstances. But it still seems like sometimes writing is a fight and sometimes it flows. Hopefully the flow will be back soon. In the meantime, here are a few photo art pieces with a surreal aspect. Perhaps one of these will tell me a new story.
7-Eleven
I stood below and watched them come.
Only a few at first, winged silhouettes
that swirled and dipped their way across the sky.
Then more appeared and joined the few, a shadow
cloud above my head.
This is a feel good post because I needed one. And maybe you do, too! Enjoy!
Belgian Brew
I have come
to hold myself like a stone
on the dry palm
of my upturned hand,
to comfort myself
with a calloused thumb.
I love squirrels. I find them charming. Silly little buggers! So I not only spend time photographing them but I’ll confess that I talk to them. Sometimes they even chitter back. Squirrels will most likely inherit the earth — along with rats, roaches and ants. 😉
Are You Still Here, Human?
Karen Lee Kleis 