I think most writers and artists have obsessions. For me, these little suns exert their gravitational pull in visual form before I understand how I’m orbiting their concerns in my poetry. This page will be a changing visual record of what captivates my attention.
Shadows
Yes, he says, it will be a good day
for shadows
and points to the floor
how shadow reveals
the shaggy petals, how it sharpens
the daffodils’ horn
I love their shadows, aim my burnt gaze
at our bickers and faults
Because my eye gravitates towards the beauty of a dark line, maybe shadows are the best way I can see light.
What are your obsessions? What drives you to write? Tell me on my contact page.