We are walking down the sand dunes together, allowing our feet to sag into the golden trenches that embrace our every step–when you suddenly see a mysterious figure in the distance. 533 more words
11 hours, 49 minutes
We fell through the cracks,
beneath the pavement we once would tread.
We fell through the cracks.
The fall was endless, and it was dark. 249 more words
John's Technical Writing Blog
I’m not entirely sure what my poster will look like at this point; I haven’t given it much thought. I expect that I will decide on its design as I work on it, so the end result is hard to predict until I’ve actually spent some time in Illustrator.
2 days, 5 hours
The slow tide recedes;
A network of arteries,
The light’s lasting print.
Haiku and photography by Daniel Williams.
5 days, 7 hours
White paste, skewed lips, hospital green
you have been drained of blood
your heart clenched tight around your throat
your hair is an oil slick, a shield, a shadow… 232 more words
6 days, 11 hours
Family of a Blind Man
An absence of warmth escapes my inspection.
I have seen these people, I believe in them.
A narrative… 99 more words
Part of Long Exposure’s ‘Looking Back’ project for National Poetry Day.
Bio: Tracey Walsh has recently had work featured in Long Exposure. 130 more words
1 week, 1 day