A Photographic Collection
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A Photographic Series
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”
Threnody
A Photographic Series and a Poem Eons of human suffering roll in tumbling clouds over towering mountains. Endless pain and turmoil thunder down upon those who cast about false optimism. The devil disguises himself as saints, Wraps his wretched hands around their throats And squeezes them to death, Such that the Dark Ages never end.Continue reading “Threnody”
Reflections
A Photography Collection
The Woman With 10,000 Faces
You walk with me along these lamplit streets. You touch me, And I melt. You are my story; Our fusion. I reach ecstasy in your eyes. I would touch you… But you have 10,000 faces. You are water on a desert plain; A fickle oasis. Ten thousand shapes, Ten thousand sizes. You, My greatest idea.Continue reading “The Woman With 10,000 Faces”
ONY
My heart lies in the city where the sun doesn’t rise, Where beasts of metal race through the night, Where shadows drift through the sweet scent of nicotine, Where flashing colored lights sear the eyes, Where concrete monoliths glare down at the masses in indifference, Where crooked roads twist and turn in never-ending spirals, WhereContinue reading “ONY”
Luke Nelson Art 