A Collection of Prose and Photography
The earth lurches and I’m thrown off-kilter., myself bewildered. A once stationary plain — a testament to tedium and manifest boredom — presently rolls beneath my feet, carrying me to I know not where. I care little at the time, for such is life — the sundry quakes, innocuous shakes that hardly break the status... Continue Reading →
Red rock sunrise, four eyes open, blink in perfect sync, drink in the mountain view from hotel room. Five minute ride — crosstown glide — and we’re staring, standing at the base. Was that a smile I saw on your face? I thought you just needed to get away. A mile high, few hundred feet more,... Continue Reading →
Hell ain’t some supernatural fire pit, a preacher once told me, where dancing nasties with pitchfork tails and razor nails taunt drowning souls in a magma swimming hole. No, he said, hell, for the dead, is the absence of God and his love and his light. And on this Carolina highway I might well and... Continue Reading →
A Sunny Day beckons through the windows, imposes itself on my conscience, demanding my dutiful presence. It is vast, outstretched, flowing away from me with an earnest potential, a groping command to be fully realized in the breathless glory of the out-of-doors. And I find it wearisome — taxing my will to motivate. It radiates... Continue Reading →
Towering clouds peak on the horizon, while all eyes on the screen flickering red, yellow, green. The air sucked out of the room, mouths mute, agape. The red ticker tape flashing warnings, and oh what a morning, the mourning begun for those already passed, the world aghast, and we’re waiting in the path of calamity,... Continue Reading →
Suspended in motion. Even the ocean roils, rages in despair But rarely leaves its borders, Just following orders. And I am the ocean Grand notions of lasting legacy, But like the sea, I roar then settle, A tempest in a kettle. The cycle unrelenting, Perspective dementing From the thrashing, the crashing headlong Into sea walls... Continue Reading →
Mid-July, mercury high, summer sky blue with a grey hue above the horizon line. The west wind will be blowin’ in a boomer come afternoon, but in the meantime she takes a set on the porch railing, listless eyes trailing, “The heat brings out the green in the leaves,” to nobody in particular she declares.... Continue Reading →
Quilted stratus, high above my troubles, Roseate, heralding the breaking day. I in lonesome quilted blanket huddle, Sallow, darkness’s cover fades to gray. — Unburd’ning pines cast needle tines aside. Aimless zephyrs cut wild ‘cross the meadow. Laden I lay lamenting swelling tides, Fettered by sheets — by schemes wrought in shadows. — The thrush... Continue Reading →
B David Larson 