In the Turbulent Night

Arms
and
legs

twisted
in
the
turbulent
night

penetrate
& bruise

till the
center
implodes

and
silence.

(c)Rob Goldstein 2018

 

 

 

 

 

#WordlessWednesday: From the Air

Put your hands over your eyes.

Jump out of the plane.

There is no pilot.

You are not alone.

Standby.

 

 

‘Walking and Falling (c) Rob Goldstein 2011-2018

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Our Dolls Die with Us

This is

reality

ersatz

savage:

We live

in fear.

Our

present

is a future

past–

Our dolls

die

with us.

Rob Goldstein November 17, 2018