Thomas Radwick : Crack In The Ceiling

A raven’s raspy laughter overhead—I can’t find him in the sky Food court at lunch hour— man shouting and gesturing at a lap...

“If the bluebird plays the eagle He finds his song will turn to stone”—Deep Purple, “Dealer” You’re grabbing at flashes To ride ...

School children sitting in order on the asphalt before class begins Clinging to a steep roof under gusty grey skies— the m...

Recently I dreamed that I was alone in a suburban neighborhood. Wide green lawns surrounded big white houses, but the trees on these lawns w...

Someone’s gone too far That’s alright with me All roads are hard Not so unique Everybody knows Everybody sees Everybody’...

Breeze through the plaza teeming with people at lunch time— the smell of fried food Morning train station— uniformed young man...

Even in the suburbs of capitalized America with its franchise monotonies strewing these lands with the debris of exploded televisions...