PHOTOLOGUE

Musings with the inner and the outer. I strain. Only for a while. Things. Upright. On the floor. Spreading. Snakes and ghosts. Funny. Invisible visible. Comforting mysteries. Call the unresolved by any name. Then they appear. The buzzed, just awakened, beginning their day. Crooked faces at the end of twitching stalks. What are you doing …