Sunday, January 15, 2012

Hooked Shadows

Transparent. Translucent. Opaque.


The Sun Catcher

Sometimes a room is just a corner

Nicotine Keys

Hierarchies Of A Glass Ceiling

Haze In An Ashtray

Corners Catch The Sunbeams

Breaking The Grey

A bit of the outside within.

I stand at my window.
And look at the world outside.

The world stands and looks at me.

Perhaps both trying to find life,
On the other side.

As it lays floating, suspended,
In between