Showing posts with label the writing on the wall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the writing on the wall. Show all posts

Saturday, July 21, 2012

017. the old & the new


the writing is on the wall here, although hardly literally. the old was pushed out, but the tables are turning, slowly, slowly, so that the tide of development leaves some pockets of old in this river city.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

015. found poem



dying
light dandelion
wine makers, a small
town in Germany, the
fallen.
blade