She dreamed of elegance
long before she ever saw Paris—
a quiet ache,
a soft wanting.
Morning to night,
it stayed with her.
And whenever she glimpsed it,
something in her steadied.
And when she finally arrived,
she understood:
nothing this gentle
is ever taken for granted.
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Author: Renee Newlon
I am a Turkish American writer and photographer. I work in short-form prose, poetic fragments, and photography. I don’t photograph the event; I photograph the moment after the event. A few things that stay with me: Plato’s Cave, Oberg’s Culture Shock, and Beethoven’s Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours. My greatest teacher was my college philosophy professor, Sister Jane Sullivan, who taught me how to think and how to see.
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