
On the Outer Banks of North Carolina
I keep the cigar lit
long enough to feel dangerous.
The whiskey glows
like a small sunset
I can hold.
But when the glass is empty
and the scene is still there,
I know—
it was always theater.
— kenne

On the Outer Banks of North Carolina
I keep the cigar lit
long enough to feel dangerous.
The whiskey glows
like a small sunset
I can hold.
But when the glass is empty
and the scene is still there,
I know—
it was always theater.
— kenne

The Shoreline — Photo-artistry by kenne
They are in me, in my speechless
life of barrier beach
As it lies open
to the night, out there.
…
There is no out there.
All is open.
Open water. Open I.
…
On the edge of the moment that is now the center
From the open sea.
— from The Outer Banks by Muriel Rukeyser

Nags Head Outer Banks, NC — Image by kenne
— James Agee

Boats At The Dock — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— from The Dock by Lea Knowles

Ghost of The Shore — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— kenne
Cape Hatteras Light Station (04/08/07) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“While rises in the west the coastwise range,
slowly the hushed land —
Combustion at the astral core — the dorsal change
Of energy — convulsive shift of sand …
But we, who round the capes, the promontories
Where strange tongues vary messages of surf
Below grey citadels, repeating to the stars
The ancient names — return home to our own
Hearths, there to eat an apple and recall
The songs that gypsies dealt us at Marseille
Or how the priests walked — slowly through Bombay —
Or to read you, Walt, — knowing us in thrall”
— from 4. Cape Hatteras by Hart Crane
“Daughter And Dad On A Rainbow Day” (Hannah & Jason Morris — Outer Backs 06/07/13) — Image by kenne
Storm Fence — Image by kenne
— kenne
Outer Banks Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Outer Banks Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— kenne
Photo-Artistry by kenne
To Make Soft . . .

— kenne