Touch by GTimothy Gordon

Touch by GTimothy Gordon

Art: 3:06 pm John Hancock Center from 17 Chicago Photographs in 10 Hours by Nikola Olic TOUCH Think of it as deft spring winds passing through full-blown lindens, leaves shuddering, tentative as love’s sweet-talk, made almost breathless, if spoken, or what fades into...
Terence Crutcher by Megan Lambert

Terence Crutcher by Megan Lambert

Art: Fragileness of Perspective by Ugne Spudyte     Terence Crutcher Say his name.Say his name out loud.Say his nameLike a whisper to a crowd.Say his nameWhile looking into your own eyes.Say it to your motherAs you murmur your goodbyes.Say it to your...
Turning by GTimothy Gordon

Turning by GTimothy Gordon

Art: Snow by Nancy Shuler TURNING I was out of the light . . .-Brian Wilson- Already I can feel the red-veined maples pulsing into end-of-life, sun-dressed aspens rust-gold, white willow catkins, winter-wind’s first kiss passing through the blue spruce, firs, pine...
What We Do by GTimothy Gordon

What We Do by GTimothy Gordon

Art:  Occhi Stanchi by Jason Stanizzi WHAT WE DO . . .  there is no there “there.”-Gertrude Stein- The moon is Swiss-cheese sexy. Or black. Or peacock-blue ink.Peut-être pink. If you’re French. Whatever pricks your fancy.  If you have one. This October...
Dream Wind by GTimothy Gordon

Dream Wind by GTimothy Gordon

Art: That is my soul is my home (WIP) by Nikolas Karathanasis DREAM WIND The place where we ache to go again. -“Don Draper”- It begins by dreaming itself into form, ripple and wave, soft swell and breaker, whatever source it springs from, desolate lover’s plaint,...