zinc words & images

  • Sound and color

    Between Rome and Florence, amongst strangers, a blue-sounding tunnel took me to my destination. A star-fed cloak wrapped the day and was only interrupted by shuffling magazine pages and the argument of two men on the street. The granite cobbles seemed to move with them, allowing their hands to gesture above the cars girdling the…

  • On rotation

    Things that keep me writing and thinking about writing this week. This song has been out for a while but I keep coming back to it. Less for the specific lyrics, though the writing is fantastic, and more for the way the rhythm reinforces the sadness of Bahamas’ voice. When the female chorus reaches that…

  • Untitled

    Wood wraps it’s way Through the ground. I Have read without Fungi, trees don’t thrive. The muck makes it Possible to live A canopy dream. Air Shifting your body To the rhythm of each Passing cloud. If I wrap my knuckles Along its trunk, I can Feel its skin, the rough Whorl of time. The…

  • Filigree

    My heart wants a thing It cannot name. Spreading Among rose bushes and Pushing toward sandstone walls, In a way it is directionless, Yet knows where it goes. Beyond Desire, to be taught by the sky’s Pigment and nurtured by salt Scraped from the ocean’s body. I cannot envision the place it Will come to…

  • Correlation

    To start with salt is the explanation I heard in history class. Salt builds civilizations. But I reckoned this with the kitchen table. And how often the hand came down next to the shaker.

  • April 15

    Your hair illuminated and promising, moved me to believe anything possible. With hands pressed you pushed. Tumbling over, I saw myself tall. Time pours out of your head, but words form and wish for things and know the earth, feel the breeze. Smelling nothing, but your memories, it was pain and fire and burning in…