Perked
photography
Jetted
(from a new series, “Screened”)
Celluloid
“I’m not capable of describing my own liberation as a series of plausible events; I lack the ability to convey the evolutionary history of my own resurrection–I present only these epiphanic stanzas, though my resurrection too was like an epiphany, like a haiku; it was like a single line of poetry, unerring as lightning.”
—Jerzy Pilch, from The Mighty Angel
(from the archives, Seattle, 2014)
Slope
(from a new series, “Screened”)
Casement
Annoyed by the new, omnipresent digital screens in the subway, I will try to photograph them. This shot is the first in a new series, “Screened.”
Sentinel
Jacket worn and shabby like a pack of wolves.
Face like a marble chip.
Sitting in a ring of his letters in the grove that sighs
of mocking and mistakes.
Yes, the heart is blown like paper through inhospitable passages.
Now sunset steals like a fox across this land
setting the grass on fire in a moment.
The sky is filled with horns and hooves, and underneath
the calèche glides shadowy between my father’s
illuminated estates.
—Tomas Tranströmer, excerpted from “Gogol”
(from the archives)
Everything In Passing
Couple
Washington Street
