Mar 9

Meeting myself

There was a moment
I saw myself   join myself
a coming together
two halves
became one
jolting me out of
my complacency
in the living moment
a shock of life now
seeing the reality
of myself
in this universe
of time
difficult to stay
wanting to turn away
it felt like
meeting
death
for a moment
In life
or meeting life
in its depth.

Martha Klein Henrickson March 3, 2024

Feb 23

talking about trains from my photo project view from a train. (this is from many years ago).

I began to upload an audio file but I see this does not work. I hope to find a place for it. I just found this recording when looking for another image. I must have spoken in 1999 or 2000. It’s a bit long with the sound of the train as I spoke. I have been trying to put my images along with words (spoken) together this is more time consuming to learn but I will keep at it. Once I have one of them completed I will post it as a film with sound on Vimeo or youtube. This piece is unedited and long, I don’t think I can edit it, as I am not sure how it was recorded.

talking about trains

Nov 1

Brighten Beach

1950’s

prying open sticky eyelids mom in the doorway

on early humid mornings as she left for work

qlone I stretch my waking body hear the birds

the sounds of summer mornings

on early humid mornings as she left for work

smell of heated asphalt rising to meet

the sounds of summer mornings

not a breeze heavy underlying quiet

smell of heated asphalt rising to meet

voices carry as workmen shovel

not a breeze heavy underlying quiet

we leave right away, walking, laughing

voices carry as workmen shovel

black canvas bag flung over right shoulder

we leave right away, walking, laughing

sticking to lacquered woven straw BMT seats

black canvas bag flung over right shoulder

running along hot sand jumping on blanket corners

sticking to laquored woven straw BMT seats

barefoot  we collect splinters from the boardwalk

running along hot sand jumping on blanket corners

fries hot dogs knishes frozen custard

barefoot  we collect splinters from the boardwalk

burning skin feels alive

screaming into the sea

fries hot dogs knishes frozen custard

muscles flexing dancing bluebird tattoos

burning skin feels alive

screaming into the sea

bodies clinging in shadows under the boardwalk

muscles flexing dancing bluebird tattoos

orange shirted Lifeguards bobbing on catamarans

bodies clinging in shadows under the boardwalk

we sing, Sha Boom Sha Boom dayadadayada ya

orange shirted Lifeguards bobbing on catamarans

BMT home filled with suits and high heels

we sing, Sha Boom Sha Boom dayadadayadaya

the sounds of summer mornings

Martha Klein Henrickson 2002