Here we are at another round number and still the light is finding us… it might be in the kitchen, it might be in the eye of a self-brewed storm, it may be in the language of water, but it is there, always.
Open yourself to it,
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for a.rawlings
the language of water is soft spoken here
oysters talk in a darker sense of green
and the mangroves remain impartial
to their visitors:
the hungry cormorant and stilt-
legged godwit who come to scavenge
silver riches then slip into sky:
a note of departure
silent save for the rush of being
GN
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CK
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Without the kitchen sink this room could still hold
varieties
organic pomegranates; brie that must be
ordered online
cookware safe for broiler and microwave use
your old phone books
storage containers stacked pyramidically
and like the Sphinx
our checklists, latest practices, best methods
for eye of round
grandma’s pie crust recipe is painted on
the cupboard door
but where would the dirty things go?
AM
That image is INSANE. The words also – both in good ways.
Isn’t it wild! Cindy created it with dry ice… she has never failed to deliver the goods!
It’s incredible. Well done, Cindy!
Thanks guys and no injuries from this photo shoot!! I have loved doing this project with you both.
Glad there were no injuries! This project has been (excuse the pun) a guiding light this year… something to keep the energy up and the words flowing. Wonder what next year will bring?
I never have the right words for what Cindy’s photos do for me; I get stuck at ‘amazing’, but of course they are so much more. I will never look at dry ice the same. This reminds me of Cy Twombly and his flowers of photos; not because it looks like his work, but because it has made me notice and see as beautiful something that I did not know existed, and that I now want to stare at for hours.
It’s hard to escape the pull of that photo… this may just be my favourite of the series to date!
love the language of water..such cool verse to go with the pic and the pic is wicked good as well
The imagery of the water and creature near it seemed as dreamy as the photograph.
Thanks Charles… dreamy is definitely how I was feeling when I wrote the poem on the bank of the south arm of the Brunswick River.
Your poem Graham is so beautiful – I felt like I was underwater. A great combo all three
Thanks Gabe… the river is wonderfully intoxicating!
Love the language of water, Graham; the words smoke! Honoured by the dedication. Wishing to hang with you, Jules, and Thom this day in your living room. xo
Ashley’s poem brings a huge smile – and there is the language f water in all three