Poem: Even a Small Fire Can, Nov. 4, 2019

Even a Small Fire Can, Nov. 4, 2019

Even a small fire can
from pine needles dried
cast away from their branches,
half-burned wood
cracked black and hollow
overpower the sun
as it fades beneath the horizon

casting light and
bathing in warmth
so too can love be
rekindled from
bits and pieces,
half-burned memories
blurred by time and distance
until once again
it is blinding
it’s warmth untouchable
it’s shape unknowable

How wonderful it would be
to bathe in this fire
with you until
our embers ceased to glow and
cracked black and hollow
even a gentle breeze carries us and
in bits and pieces
spreads us far out across and
back into everything
where we can
begin again

Cranberry Bog, Brendan T. Byrne State Forest, NJ – 2019
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Brooklyn – Oct. 3, 2019

Brooklyn, NY, USA – 2019

I made several images in Brooklyn the other day. I was most struck by this one which I’ve shared for you above. The quiet of it all. The rainy haze which slightly masks the city in the background. The chaos of the broken fence, the trash. The texture of the raindrops on the surface of the water. The barbed wire, with its nearly perfect circular pattern. It all seemed so poignant. As though it were shouting in silence. I’m not sure that makes sense. It isn’t a logical sentence, but I think it has all the right words.

The image has me working on a poem. My first planned poem, if you’d like to think of it that way. Usually my poems come to me, quietly or in a shouting manner and so I write them provided I have a piece of paper or my laptop nearby. I think the title will be called A City so Fiercly Loved. I’d like it to speak about the passion residents of New York have for their city. The spoken devotion and and loyalty they show to their respective boro. Yet when you walk around these places, you see that that love might not be as devotional as you might expect. When there is garbage and disrepair everywhere, how can you say a place is loved?

Single Frame: Miry Run, NJ

Image: Miry Run
Canadian geese lined up on the ice crested Miry Run, a small manmade lake along the Assunpink Creek.

I’ve spent the past few days exploring Miry Run, which is a small, manmade lake along the Assunpink Creek close to where I live. It’s provided me with some beautiful moments of stunning light this winter season. Earlier today I even watched as two red-tailed hawks flew around and sounded their distinctive screeches.

This has become a favorite spot of mine and Shea, my recently adopted Pit/Hound mix.  I walk her along the water’s edge on a long leash. I’m training her to be patient with me, as I often stop to make pictures whenever we are out walking. So far she behaves well, but does always want to be on the move.

Bonus Frame:

Image: Shea, my Pit/Hound mix, sitting impatiently for her portrait.
Shea at Miry Run, January – 2019