A poem of mine over at @txtobjx -- such a lovely journal <3
Where is the body that continues to live after reading through the prayers of childhood?
Where is the body that empties itself every morning, hoping to remain empty?
Where is the body that passes by the doorway to the beautiful room, wringing
its terrible hands, consumed with entering? Where is the body that never forgets?
Jonathan May 07 22 16
From my father's family vacation to Hawaii. Circa 1975.
January 30.
Please support this poet during these times! <3
Family friend from my father's side. Date unknown.
"Lucille Brown to Mrs. J. G. Fly, city." Circa 1910s. Water Valley, MS. From my great-grandmother on my mother's side.
Rainbow Falls Hilo. Third from Vacation series.
California vacation, early 1960s.
Rural mail carriers. Water Valley, MS, circa late 1930s.
Vacation. Branson, MO August 9, 1976.