Morning Glory

Silk stalk of a bulb, bloom

Covets the sweet sunshine and

Requires the splash of warmth

To beckon honeyed petals into exposure

Creeping into a valley of anticipation

In the crack of a door,

Blooms lose sight of home

While searching for new.

The new has no silver poison

And no danger of paralysis.

Whilst en route to "

Stems Crack "

However, Glory, overlook the

Early worm. The silver lining kills.

It comes early when petals are bare

To crack a could with a faulty snare.

Original photography and poetry by Erin Thomas

I can dance in the room of uniform

I can rest my forehead on an arm bound in geometrically stitched sweater, while imprints of repetition dent my skin.

I can stare down past a marked desk to a floor imperfectly scuffed through square uniform tiles, as my eyes trace each nuance.  

I can follow the leg of a chair with my eyes to see the same pattern of nature’s lines in treated wood, not specialized from a mass production.  

I can sit and lean forward in a room where an entire hallway is doing the same.

I can turn and glance into a mirror of similar dimension to four hundred.

I can write on a page of paper with the same blue measured lines from any other book of college ruled determinism.

I can walk the same path that was beaten down and torched by too many before.

I can repeat the same history that has pounded the shape of today,

Or I can dance in the room of uniform. 

      Original poetry by Erin Thomas

Into My Own

Original photography by Erin Thomas

Excerpt from "Into My Own" by Robert Frost

"I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
or those should not set forth upon my track
to overtake me, who should miss me here
and long to know if still I held them dear.

They would not find me changed from him they knew -
Only more sure of all I thought was true."

Photos From a While Ago

Ai Weiwei: A Man With a Vision

 If you have not heard of Ai Weiwei, you need to watch this TED talk right now. He is an artist/activist/entrepreneur who bravely takes a stand for freedom everyday of his life. He is an inspiration for us all.

Dog Series

 

Listen Girl

"Listen girl, and listen good."

"We're sorry to inform you,
you didn't make it."

"Don't cry, don't question. You heard it right.
This life is not a game of lies.
You left it all out there, you did it good.
Now you will sit and do what you should.
Now listen girl and listen good.
You know you did everything that you should.
Relax, focus, swing right, shoot left.
Do this, then that. No room for regret.
Watch your form, you have to speed up.
You might work hard, but this game is all luck.
 Divide your time, be at both meetings--"

"Excuse me, sir. My life is fleeting.
Time is not numbers;
life is not a game,
no winners, no losers, and all that fame
is a hoax,
a paradox,
ironic if not.
Sir, soon we will die, slowly and rot.
Listen sir, and listen good.
You know I did everything that I should.
Relax, and give your reputation a break,
because you've just met one girl that you can't make."

Original poetry by Erin Thomas.