snowbelt
A String Theory
A string of fotos with no one focus
be pearls together strung with time
to counter the courter of lazy locus
inside the pens of amiable swine
though caustic, is rather benign
in creative hocus pocus,
instead of ego’s plague of locusts
that scurry to worry the furrow of mind
entwined to fear
down the line.
What are we doing here
besides licking our hind legs in anticipation
of faking the face of the kind?
So many names for so many things
this part and partial of colossal sum.
A little later in the week
the lantern light did seek,
then closed its eyes
afraid to peek,
afraid the shade had dampened dark
in trading crow for lark.
Each song sung silly across the nation
lessens the sting of the crime,
opens the eye to the fine.
— Smith, 1.11.2014
Silly words made to make sense, the fotos full to follow.
from the Sara Holbrook/Michael Salinger collection
Clark Fable
Clark Fable
as the world turns
redline
no bosses, no boyfriends
Cleveland winter
darkmoon
lightmoon
allelujah Lady
smilesmith – fotosmith