Journal

A personal exercise in a time of transition. I am concerned with connecting to life through photography, words, nature, and cultivation. While photography is my primary medium, I find a freedom in the idea that photography is just a tool for communication, so the work here will not be limited to only photos but rather a conglomeration of visual or written work. A journal if you will. A diary. A record of time.

#3

Hang On, Hang On

I loved a tall, lean man
with ropes for hands
bone-white teeth in a smile as deep as night,
heart wild, but tamed.

His hands would span
the width of me,
a whispered supplication at my breast
the water’s edge soft creeping.

What stillness there, and there
I do not dream without that voice;
what notes and soft, soft quiet air inside of me.
I am ragged too, but hope for rest;

This is the thing that binds you -
a nostalgia and memory, twisted round.

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2.13-2-16.19

Melissa Laree Cunningham