the mask, photography by Steffen Ulbrich
There is deepness in my eyes/a deepness sculptured/from the journey
of my grandmother’s strength and the passion...
The trees are bare today as they reach out
into an open temperature of stillness with branches
that are waving to my eyes in a perfect salute;
time is staring...
Steady moments blanketed on a canvas of time,
fallen
are the memories
now scattered across sidewalks where the footprints
of childhood once rhymed.
We...
It is upon the thought of my demise
that I wonder if the memory of me
shall wake into tomorrow’s sunrise
or will I fade into the distant echoes
of what once...
Lanky, skinny, black boy, age of sixteen years; shirt from k-mart, pants from sears. He sits alone at a cafeteria table with no one to occupy his time. They...
For so long I’ve searched for someone to see me—someone
to look deep beyond these eyes and capture the true meaning
of me; someone who can trace the true...
My sadness beats steadily against the noise
of silent eyes who look through my heart.
I stand still in the middle of a circle of invisibility
staring...
I’ve never before been to a place ready to embrace me for all that I am.
And as we passed Truro that New Years Eve I looked out a fogged up passenger...