This week, the Friday Night Lights Project is typed live from Mission Beach. And as always, the collaboration has conjured some wildly different images that somehow knit themselves together. Like me, Ashley is on the move, while Cindy continues to explore new ways of looking at light… this week through the filter of a fish pond! This project continues to excite me… I hope you can feel the energy.
I am a passenger
and it feels prepositional
to pass over the creek
because it is called Horse Creek
and is running somewhere
specific, not only under
our wheels but in my words
as they relate one object
to another I do not feel
connected except for
the roads and with their tolls
maybe the speed camera
watches over me like my own
after jacqueline turner’s castaway series
dear castaway an hour from shore and already
there’s a longing to anchor. the depth of your bay
fills me with lust. when we kissed you said i was
the butterfly leaving a life at the ends of the earth.
now all i feel is the weight of the caterpillar curled
inside. it will eventually wreck me.