A pause between dreams
unsent
Jagged lines, straight intent.
Feet apart,
worlds away.
In search of stillness,
recollections:
Stepping up—
a minimalist approach,
with no clear beginning,
no ultimate end,
where certainty and confusion
trade places.
Passing and glassing.
The mirror line.
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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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Quietly powerful. I felt this. Thank you for sharing