Thomas Radwick : Crack In The Ceiling

Your face poised in the grace of bliss breathes music through a windy street, scraps of old leaves scratch the concrete, skidding past your ...

A dot of rain splashed on the glass of an eye: watching wet wheels hiss through wet streets streaked with light tonight, mirrors of rivers r...

There’s weather over everything, like a hovering pregnancy— people’s faces punctuate their own private climates and if the weather’s bad ins...

He’s got the blue cheese face of a miser He’s got the soft white breast of a swan He walks with thin swift feet on the jagged concrete In th...

I’m living in limbo In the Flotsam Hotel It’s after midnight But I can’t keep still These patterns of shadows That crawl on my wall The hiss...

I know! Let’s kill the tv and see what happens The cold bright image fades with a fizzzz A bomb-blast of silence spreads through the room It...

We gather under flowers of fireworks, beneath a big booming array. BadaBAM! BadaBAM! Who doesn't love a bouquet? A silver chrysanthemum ...