wind through the pines
your hair
falling off my shoulder
Author: Matt Robison
I'm a technical writer and a musician living near Dayton, Ohio. At work, I love the challenge of using precision to create a single meaning, to close doors. In music and poetry I love the challenge of using it to find and open doors. For me, each is the antidote for too much of the other.
morning coffee
one bare foot
under another
alone at the table
the sleepy child eyes
a pomegranate rind