personal moon

The sky is near.
Open the attic and you’ll see
there next to the wasp nest
rings the blinding light
of the lost moon.





This comes from an interesting project form Boris Bendikov and Leonid Tishkov
who together created a project called Personal Moon, a work that combines
poetry and photography. Some of the images are very literal, but still nice to
look at. What do you think?

Yellow Light
from Nancy Johnson's Zoo & Cathedral

Fully formed, your life arrives a dog
ashamed of its nature. You wonder
when it will turn on you and how.

On the road 19 hours from Arkansas
guided by the bruised moon hanging
over D.C. At two in the morning
the last century of miles wakes the runner up,
the ants on your legs, dog in the back seat.

Only the moon and the driver
moving into a yellow tunnel of light,
driving back into the womb, which
no matter how your mother turned out
later, is where you want to be now,
free from future and past.

In the city at 3:30 and out of gas
like so many other nights--
so much saying this is where you
are now. Still shaking, afraid
at every stop light you'll be dry
and have to sep into time with a tall
white dog to get home.

We Carry Eggshells
by Hanny Michaels
Translated from Dutch by Marjlion de Jager

We carry eggshells filled
to the brim with tears
carefully through time

In the mirrors of our eyes
the world rises inhospitably.
We have been everywhere
we return nowhere.

Laden with memories
we stoop towards the earth.
Ignorant and unwise
we wither away from the light
without a trace.