The Black Out

Thierry Cohen
This is a composed image. To learn more about the way Thierry Cohen (the photographer) made these images to simulate darkened cities. To find out more here.

The Black Out

Fractured bits fall together, combining,
disintegrating, I am unaware in the silence.

What could make solid granite burn? Before,
static, now evolving if there were a tick.

My hands clasp dirty air while those around me
shiver peeking past their clouds of breath.

I am for sitting

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I am for sitting

I sit on a pale blue dot, I’ve heard, upside-
down. The caterpillar crawling through the chipped

paint counts each legstep-calm, but the people do
not, I’ve noticed the tapping, the drinking,

the spit flying through the air circular
with the spinning monotony, somehow landing

where an ant can suck up a dew drop of alcohol.
Knuckles pop, they scrape letters under my skin

means something, and I wish I had fingernails
to dig in to the spiraling grass.

The Slow Death Creating

Nebula Abell 39. The result of the death of a sun-like star leaving behind a white dwarf star (see center point). Learn more about this image by clicking on it to visit APOD.

The Slow Death Creating

Scraps of me flake
off, spiral, directionless.
These fragments that compose me
are driven with unseen force–
will, a necessity to stumble,
smiling mostly,
I am abandoned to dim–
shrink, and fade to white.
But as my blinks glow slow,
far between, erratic,
I can still blow them away
wisp them together,
hoping for an affinity
and wait
they stare back at my passing
light–I know.

Take Time


Take Time

This image is by Ben Canales. You can find more of his photography on his facebook at and on his website at

You cannot feel time,
and you cannot feel light.

Particles bouncing, waves
combining, caught in the mouth

to reel on the tongue,
clutch in the throat,

and glow–dark, hidden a moment
past the corner you cannot see

but sticks to palms–sugar water,
light prints pressed to glass, please

trace the lines of my fingers
and this is what I feel–

the sky, your eyes
I feel the light, this time.

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