A Photographic Collection
Author Archives: Luke Nelson
Hapless Violence
A Photographic Collection
Hound
A Poem. Hound sinks And flutters, A golden dove Suspended in stratosphere. Down It plummets, A mighty destroyer, Seething like a fiery eruption of rage Drifting in desert winds. And in the silence, A Sun unfetters Like a flower blossoming Against the cruel indifference of night.
The Corner
A Poem. It seems that each year the corner grows longer. How long before a corner becomes a wall? It seems summer dies slower each autumn. How long until summer is infinite? It seems soft lips shrivel in the sun. How long until they crumble into dust? It seems fall is right around the corner.Continue reading “The Corner”
The Watermelon
A Poem. A watermelon splits open, Its sweet juice seeping out. And with its crack! A box unlatches: A sigh of relief From the great Pandora
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Love and Grief: A Burning Building
A Photographic Series This series depicts a couple crushed by the unbearable weight of loss. Hoping to find comfort in each other’s company, and in the company of nature, they spend time together in a garden; holding hands, lying in laps, and brushing shoulders. But honesty escapes them, and they lack the bravery communication requires.Continue reading “Love and Grief: A Burning Building”
City of Angels
A Poem To drive, endlessly. Look at the sky. It’s so orange. Why is it so orange? To drive, endlessly. Into the fire, The hills that are boiling; The end that is nearing. To drive, endlessly. Like a lone coyote, slinking Through the desert As night winds howl. To drive, endlessly. North. As North asContinue reading “City of Angels”
Dreams of a Settlement
A Poem All my cold is left in dust. Suck the wind from my walls, And leave me tumbling in deserts. I’ll pray I’m struck by a bolt of lightning. So I’m left running, And groveling. Touch the leaves on my fingers And brush the flowers in my eyes. Tear my trunk to shreds. DrinkContinue reading “Dreams of a Settlement”
Whiteout
A Poem How would a frail body feel to your touch? If I could, I would, Deconstruct my frame And then rebuild it in clumps. How do you reveal a skeleton That’s hiding in the closet? If I could, I would, Wrap it in hangers And sweaters And shirts. How do you make a tortoiseContinue reading “Whiteout”
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