S i N?

I made this erasure poem from the lyrics of The Smiths’ “How Soon is Now?” S    i   N  ? I the heir Of criminal s mouth s wrong human s o th eir s son s s wrong s club real love And leave home to die “now” when ? wait go sh…


Poetry about Platonic Khôra and photographs of the woods.


A photograph and poem couple echoing eternity.


Photography and accompanying poem


Photography and Poetry

Theatre and Feeling

This post features my second version of “Theatre” and a found poem titled “Feeling.”


To create this poem, I separated 100 words of personal prose and kept only my favorite words. Then I wrote the vertically chosen words. This is the result. Pause Cracked seeps shape and shade faint scuffling bones in hot pane. Gust cool wind– listen. creaking, cracking Stand. Sweat. Wait. Here is my original source text….


Photography with erasure poetry enhancement.