So, the format has shifted a bit, or really just the schedule.
We’ll go monthly from now on.
This Month, featuring the photography of Cole Witter.
Cole is a very skilled and thoughtful photographer, and has been doing some incredible work throughout NYC for the past couple of years. Luckily, he obliged me when asked if some of his photos could be featured on allthisthunder, and then generously provided the images that populate this post.
Please check out more of his work here.
Enjoy!
1)
home late
find a flower. Butter it.
grease and satin. better now.
steely neck. arm wraparound.
all my friends. are dancers.
when you greet them.
some are made of steak. and horseradish.
the preferred dressing. they let melt in the sun.
all my friends. are nudely.
legs out. every hair immaculate.
when they greet you.
we mix colors. others don’t agree.
and slide together. a random joke.
we clean one another. of the AM.
and babble into. then learn our monsters.
how to greet them.
where to rest together. a community.
blooming in utero. atypical silos.
search for the staple gun. our needs.
they’re healthy. they’re brimming.
that’s how they greet you.
2)
ida buried her grandmother just once
Ida plunges her plow into the ground
And cuts a single note through the cool earth
-but it’s graphic
-some earthworms die
Ida walks from the field burning a stick
And it’s all the field can do, not to sigh
-slick and weathered
-she muscles through
Ida buried her grandmother just once
Among that cloudless patch of grass and sand
-she felt garbled
-and rendered lite
Ida searches at dusk for what she found
Years ago on a similar sojourn
-there are worries
-she’s worried out
Ida returns to her robust memry’
When she was the depth of the ocean too
-when she poured
-her power out
Ida returns to her robust memry’
When her spine ran the length of the cliff long
-when she cracked
-a boulder halved
Ida leans her weight against the alone
-and sunset bends
3)
in front of nature
Gawd these legs-
That walk took fucking forever—————————————————————-
*You fill me up
You know that/
You fill me
Sometimes you only seem lent to us
And i worry you’ll become a statue
For others to walk by in a tall room
And wonder at how-a-wonder
The time with you must have been
-Cut
You’re cut
You’re so cut
I see your stomache
And mine is aching for yours
I’m full on you after, so
No stop shouting
Not so much
The mood
Anymore
Huh?
OK WHAT’s WRONG
Remember you’re from me
Remember my forearm
Remember several different waiting rooms
Remember the events
That lead to us
There
Cee?
Push back to me – and that milk – rushes through – brand new – my eyes up at yours
I’m in control
4)
Put some sunscreen on
built from
a body borne.
Else,
why devote time,
to the sky.
you’re wondrous,
without
anything.
And what,
a feat.
Feed.
–
the field,
where
wander dawned.
and bodies,
in assembly,
speak.
Each,
in their
confusion.
Colorful.
–
wreath
a health,
around them.
naked
in oldness,
its nudity.
it’s new
To me.
