Late Night Taxi
by GeorgesBogaert

Comment:
When you will pick me up,
where we will go,
I don't know,
but I will open your door
and I will pay your fare
when we park together
at the curb of anywhere.

Go
by hsteg

Comment:
I was leaving the picture before I left the frame,
but you caught me before that, trying to be a shadow
but with pale face and hands, a man with no name,
a place with no home, off the clock and on the go.

Heart half Full of Hope
by LoVi

Comment:
holding hands is cliched, but I like the way the holding is partial and skewed, and I like the title. you made a poem out of a cliche

apathy in crowds
by NiallOTuama

Comment:
Sea Lyin'

glimmer
by tate

Comment:
you're so dramatic.

this should be a movie, not a photograph!

Unoccupied
by Neat

Comment:
good eye

Valentines
by tnun

Comment:
oh wow, the juxtaposition of the branches and the strings/in and around the heart/and the old lovers walking by

empty hand
by mariuca

Comment:
I love the perspective and the editing. you really transformed what was in front of you.

The clues became too equivocal for me to pursue any longer.
by rooum

Comment:
Edgar Allen Poe invented the detective novel
trying to explain a machine that played chess
in a time when you couldn't even trust the news,

when front pages all over the world
showed etchings of man-bats
frolicking on the moon,

when abolitionists were annoying,
disturbing the peace, abusing the mastery,
revealing the trick,

when flying was not the imitation of birds
but a belief in hot air.
Thanks for the directions but I'll drift.

what will we remember?
by tnun

Comment:
dumb songs on the radio,
cats who ignored us,
making snowballs,
our mother's voice,
the sun in our eyes,
the bird trapped in our house,
grandma telling us who died,
wood panel station wagon,
my desire to be old,
yours to be always young