A rather tortured tree trunk. ‘It seems thus possible to give a preliminary definition of walking as a space of enunciation.’ Michel de Certeau Daily shots from our walks in the local forest will continue for the moment. I’ll include another photograph from my collection to provide a wider view of the world and its …
Joni was inspired by my photos to write a poem. It was an idea I loved, knowing how sensitive and atmospheric her poetry is. Here is the collaboration. Enjoy!
A Collaboration between Joni and Stuart Aken, Photos by Stuart. Please visit Stuart’s website for his photography and publications - Poem by Joni Caggiano
cracks in the old stone cry out to me like a whimpering fairy with golden eyes smooth the aging skin upon the river swept rocks sweltering and charming with a parasol reflection of a red hot sun
when you rub their skin, it is soft alike a new pup’s underbelly, so yielding as lovers, we often lean upon her stony surface you are the royal stem holding my maiden flower within your arms
our gait hastens as pores bleed with a craving so intense our wrapping a silk cocoon binding our bodies with opulent smells consuming us entirely, we reach our field of spotted flowers, our nest
we spread our blanket with purpose untying my corset ribbons, your breath quickens naked I can feel…
Book reviewer and garden enthusiast. Updates from my Hampshire garden. Usually talking about books and plants. People do not forget books or flowers that touch them or excite them—they recommend them.