zinc words & images

  • Selfie

    Is this me? Hair laid over one eye, Looking, but not looking. Am I Narcissus or The discoverer of a new World? Blue, Brown, cream, pink. The pigmentary fragments Of an image I recognize As a fateful friend I never knew. Adjustments and lighting Obscure and reveal further, Shifting shade and light to be Fragonard,…

  • April 28

    My opinions about the world are solid, but none of them reflect comprehensive reality. I never have had a conversation while watching a white-hat, beignet-slinger about the mastery of frying oil and what this spot looked like in 1620. I prefer a click on the vibrant light of false hope. Watching when love doesn’t manifest.…

  • April 7

    Perhaps existing as lone and broken binary code, Compressed and fragmented in some hard drive, in a box, in a closet. There was once so much to know on one single byte. Now an impermeable universe rests and breaks A part, like the contents of Ozti’s stomach or his mother’s history stored in a jawbone.…

  • National Poetry Month

    This month is National Poetry Month. My goal is to write one poem a day and post it here until the end of the month. I am getting too old to feel weird about what my creative activities are and whether other people see them. I am busy and tired and need to develop mechanisms…

  • So Far Through

    This one was made in 2011.