Thomas Radwick : Crack In The Ceiling

The utter duckness of a small black duck gliding down a seamless stream A wine like our lives— berries and pepper above; underneath, a rose ...

When I heard a bird this morning I didn’t make his song an idea   Emptily I watch ice cubes melt in orchid pots— I am all of the...

It’s a lonely life— pitiless geometry of downtown buildings He makes his boss rich and pays his landlord’s mortgage—...

Riot of birdsong in the blush of morning dusk— you want me to work? Man walking alone in a tanktop in winter le...

If this is one of those troublesome days when you can’t see the Jesus in people, say “Everybody’s okay to be a face ...

On a stained train seat— image of a man kissing his father’s tired head Bathed in red sunset the matchstick frames ...

Low cursing gossips from two passing teenaged girls— then giddy laughter! However distant they still burn and chill...