January 29th, 2012
Music Be the Food of Imprints
Tags/ Posted by Teia PearsonI was a spoke worked loose from a bicycle, a speed limit sign, the girl who sat on the park’s swing and wrapped its chain ropes taut with each turn, waiting to let go, waiting to spin.continue reading this poem
In my convoluted brain, there lives a music gremlin. There are minimal times when he is sleeping…..
January 26th, 2012
Lisa Beth
Tags/ Posted by Teia PearsonThe radar watchers couldn't believe how fast, no time to sound the sirens as the air clashed and clawed the people from their homes.continue reading this poem
Lisa Beth picked up her first SLR camera in the fall of 1989, in a high school photography class. The dark room quickly became her second home, and the art of composing black and white photographs – her first love.
