Friday Night Lights Project: Week #33

Another light-filled Friday has come and gone and as always Cindy, Ashley and I were there to embrace it; open to its limitless possibility. In the lights Ashley found the hummingbirds you thought would never come, Cindy painted boats on the water and I let the beast out of the closet.

And so the lights keep spinning…

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“Oklahoma” is a made up name
for red dirt, sweet tea and y’all.
Close enough to Mexico
hummingbirds find us. Anyone could

make up peewee football in August
the church on every corner
but not the hummingbirds
we thought would never come.

AM

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CK

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Two geckoes on the ceiling silently court each other. Through the screen
door you observe (what looks to be) the battle between a flying fox and
a comet above the mango tree. Tremors form in the stratosphere. An owl
calls from the sill and gives you lower back pain. You call your brother
but he won’t pick up. The neighbour’s cat licks your toes. Your dreams
cast long shadows. Light shifts in the curtains like a rat. Wearily you lean
against the snore of the clock. You remember running naked last night
in the rented light of streetlamps. Hint of blood on the sky’s collar.
A beast hangs in your closet. Pretends to ignore my curses.

GN

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6 Responses to Friday Night Lights Project: Week #33

  1. loved ashley’s oklahoma “sketch” words paint so well…better than a brush at times.. and great images in yours…fav lines…Light shifts in the curtains like a rat…and…running naked last night
    in the rented light of streetlamps….so very cool…happy saturday graham

  2. wonderful, all. transport to pure intense intuition, or something like that.
    ‘Hints of blood on the sky’s collar’ – bingo, i’ve seen it like that. entrancing, just fabulous
    works.

    • gnunn

      thanks tipota! the sky was magnificent… in fact the weather this past few weeks has been close to perfect. glad these transported you!

  3. Ah my favorite line was “Your dreams cast long shadows..” a poem in and of itself.

    • gnunn

      Thanks for that Charles… dreams are such amazing things… since Thomas has come into our lives I have been dreaming so much more.

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