Two Poems by Shannon Cuthbert
And all the gray places / We never before breathed into being.
And all the gray places / We never before breathed into being.
I realized that this photo series reminds us not of where to escape to but the where and the how to return to.
Today was the first day it really felt like spring, but spring doesn’t carry quite the same relief as it usually does
A collection of dreamy poems
and I want the fossils of us to live in the rock long after we die / after the great great grandchildren of our generation die
I want to go back to the crush close push press / of unfamiliar bodies, sweat stink and soft punch / of day-old powdery perfume
The images display a disintegration of form communicating a passage of time and resemble painful bodily experiences.
Photographs
It smells like damp popcorn inside and a chunky TV tilts off the left wall
For months now, when I walk down to my car in the early mornings, it is coated in a thin blanket of ash