Just Past Aisle 2 I assured myself that she was virginFor I wanted Allah now on EarthHitched her definitionThe thin black brasStraps and hooksAnd described by her charcoal contour drawing jeansTight dripping morphine meticulous methodic symmetricInto my automatic nervous systemAnd as if loveSignifying two godsBeyond a bank of clouds in Sweden.I considered her right then left…
I took this picture at 20 after 8 this morning on the boardwalk of Bethany Beach Delaware USA.
Tim Ruane meditates on his own selfish reasons for capturing a homeless man’s image.
“You have defeated me and my sad songs.” A poem.
“I did not envision the plates and saucers and rice and limousines at our wedding. I envisioned only our facing each other, while handcuffed at our wrists and almost kissing for 42 kind hours….”