Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Late Rain

Red and Yellow flash
Swirl, blinds
Bleeds into my senses.
A voice on the phone
Said this is the spot
Just past the bend
In the road.
The damp road.
The slippery road.
Where’s my son?
My baby boy…
Two weeks from sixteen.
Red, now, only Red
(Swirls, blinds
Bleeds into my memory)
On the road.
The damp road.
The skid-marked road.

text & photo by leh

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Red Legs and Leather

Beautiful bad girl
to fringe

fatal attraction
in the red zone

carpé noctem
cards dealt
by a wicked messenger


text & photo by leh