Archive for the ‘Tucson Arizona’ Tag
Shadows on the Floor — Image by kenne
We mistake the shadow for evidence
when it is closer to fiction.
It proposes a structure
the room does not possess.
And yet, once seen,
it is difficult to return
to the unmarked surface
without feeling something has been lost.
— kenne
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Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne
tiny green body,
she hovers where stories live—
between what we say
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Gila Woodpecker on the Patio Tree — Image by kenne
there he is again—
clinging sideways to the tree
like a bad decision
that won’t let go.
tap-tap-tap—
no rhythm, no apology.
and I laugh,
because that’s life, isn’t it?
just you
and your stubborn little beak
against something harder.
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Image and Poem by kenne
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Chipmunk on Prickly Pear Cactus — Image by kenne
Watch him long enough
and you begin to feel embarrassed—
all our tools, our gloves, our careful distance,
while he leans in bare-faced
to the red fruit of the Prickly Pear Cactus,
accepting risk like the weather.
A better citizen of this place
than most of us passing through.
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Corvette Raffle at Sunset — Image by kenne
The sun lowers behind Tucson,
softening the edges of everything—
even hope.
Tickets crinkle in warm hands,
paper prayers folded small.
The Tucson Greek Festival hums—
music, language, memory—
while the car gleams,
a quiet altar
to chance.
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Rose Lake in the Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
No fish yet.
Just ripples
counting time.
He listens—
water against water,
nothing wasted.
Line in,
mind out,
both drifting.
— kenne
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Roadrunner On Patio Wall — Image by kenne
There is something mildly suspicious
about the way he freezes mid-stride,
as if someone has pressed pause
on a very small documentary.
Then—click—
he resumes,
like a thought returning
after wandering off
to check on something
it didn’t quite trust.
I imagine his mind full of notes:
check under rock,
avoid hawk,
ignore human with camera.
A tidy philosophy,
really.
— kenne
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Nude On the Deck — Sketch Art by kenne
there’s a strange relief
in having nothing left to hide behind—
no fabric excuses,
no polite disguises.
you feel the air touch everything,
like truth finally got tired of knocking
and kicked the damn door in.
they’ll call it indecent.
hell, they call everything real indecent.
— kenne
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Pressing Against The Limits — Image by kenne
One does not “understand” this.
Understanding would reduce it,
make it manageable.
Instead, it asks for duration—
for the discipline
of staying with excess.
What emerges
is not a resolution
but a sharpened awareness
of how much
we need things
to mean one thing
at a time.
— kenne
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White Clouds Under a Cloud Cover — Image by kenne
No drama in this sky,
no thunder, no blaze—
just a quiet occupation
of white under gray.
The mountain breathes slowly
under its coverlet of cloud.
And something in me
loosens,
as if certainty were never
the point at all.
— kenne
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Great Horned Owl — Image by kenne
Feathers the color of dust and bark,
perfect camouflage—
until the eyes ignite.
He looks through me
like I’m another passing nuisance.
Out here, I am.
— kenne
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Richardson’s Geranium — Image by kenne
Edge of the stream—
roots hold in thin soil.
Flower beetles
working the flower
like a quiet craft.
Nothing extra here.
— kenne
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Cocklebur Art by kenne
In the wide austerity of the Sonoran Desert
even weeds should have some dignity.
But cockleburs—
they cling, they crowd, they conquer
without grace.
I admire their tenacity,
then curse it,
then carefully walk by.
— kenne
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Clouds Over the Desert — Image by kenne
Clouds roll lazily over the desert sky,
late light bending low—
like Bob Dylan humming
through an iPhone.
Nothing to hold on to
but the way the day lets go.
— kenne
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