Monday, September 10, 2012

STUDYING


STUDYING
the radius of your pupil is twice that of the square root found in the ratio between streaks of emerald and seafoam within the outskirts of your iris    which twist and turn in their geography     forming every crevice and valley of a deciduous mountain    arising from the history of one great ocean empty and plain in all its magnificence    then growing from an acid-base reaction of sodium hydroxide and hydrogen ions to explode into fireworks    frozen in time as the ice age came across the earth    creeping up like an imaginary number    a reality in the world yet impossible to truly comprehend as existent     with gobbs of sweet honeydue stretching to the ends of a spherical earth    and beyond to the limit of positive and negative infinity    proving through an unbiased and accurately sized sample of the population in a written survey to exist in complete perfection and nothing less

ACID

acid tumbles in my stomach
chewing away - stomach ache
the absence of food
or the absence of you?

Teresa

I finished editing Teresa's senior photos. She is precious. 

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Kessiah

I took Kessiah's senior pictures. My friends are pretty.

SISTER

I looked and saw
big eyes, pink lips, blonde hair.
And I followed you.
I looked and saw
skinny jeans, myspace, converse.
And I followed you.
I looked and saw
photography, creativity, beauty.
And I followed you.
I look and see
endurance, courage, bravery.
And I’ll follow you. 

Tay


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Me and Him and Him and Me

ME AND HIM AND HIM AND ME
when I get married it will be in the evening
when the shadows are long and the world turns yellow
    
and red and every shade in between.

the colors will melt in to the turquoise of the water and
    
the white of my dress and the tan of the boy
    
and the blonde of his hair and the pink of our
    
lips touching with the sunset as a witness.


people will dance, even the mean ones, under twinkling
    
lights like christmas with warm weather and sand
    
instead of snow mashing between our bare toes as the
    
daylight turns to twilight and the twilight turns to night light.

me and him and him and me as everyone around us retreats to their lives
    
and we never go back, dancing together, moving to the same beat and
    
becoming one body me and him and the sheets around us.
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Katy
I love poetry. I love photography. I love car dancing. I love rain boots. I love language. I love proper grammar and punctuation. I love design. I love sparkles. I love scarves. I love summer. I love winter. I love people. I love Eggo Waffles.
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