Sunday Light and Word – On the Way There

 

 

 

Truth of road 9z

 

 

 

 

 

Misplaced beside two lane highways are bellies of elk whose blood gallops off into the tall grass, like a metastatic boundary.

The union charmed like a prized but forgotten bottle from Alsace- the good stuff. A tautological exhumation of a lamentable collapse.

There were pines on the hill there. Beneath them beds of dried Titian needles. And then there were the endless hands caressing technology, lights blinking back the world in two dimensions.

Imitation  bone handled pen knives scratch the dome of rocky blackness above as a song squirts into the silence “Tonight, you’re mine completely…”

 

 

 

 

by Hank Cherry

About Hank Cherry

Hank Cherry works as a photographer, filmmaker and writer in Los Angeles. His work has appeared in Slake, Southwestern American Literature, Poydras Review, and The Los Angeles Review of Books and he writes a column about the history of jazz for Offbeat. He is in post production on his first full-length documentary.
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