vivisection sky
unstuff the tenderloin clouds
scrub my organs clean
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Get the winners of the first 12 Clarity of Night contests in one place! Extras too!!
Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
About Me
- Aine
- Collaborator and night owl.
Past Contests
- "Elemental" Short Fiction Contest
- "Uncovered" Short Fiction Contest
- "Silhouette" Short Fiction Contest
- "In Vino Veritas" Short Fiction Contest
- "Ascension" Short Fiction Contest
- "Running Wind" Short Fiction Contest
- "Whispers" Short Fiction Contest
- "Restless Dawn" Short Fiction Contest
- "Halo" Short Fiction Contest
- "Endless Hour" Short Fiction Contest
- "Silent Grey" Short Fiction Contest
- "Lonely Moon" Short Fiction Contest (with Anne Frasier)
- "Midnight Road" Short Fiction Contest
- "Two Lights" Short Fiction Contest
The Official Compilation!
Get the winners of the first 12 Clarity of Night contests in one place! Extras too!!
Categories
- poetry (193)
- fiction (180)
- vignette (106)
- serial (59)
- lyrics (56)
- personal (52)
- insights (33)
- thoughts (31)
- cemetery (26)
- forest (17)
- nature (16)
- remembrance (16)
- writing (16)
- humor (15)
- beer philosophers (13)
- boating (10)
- experimental (8)
- movie (7)
- music (7)
- INTP (6)
- beatitudes (6)
- Ulrich (5)
- photography (5)
- Nami (4)
- night conversations (4)
- cemetery reflections (3)
- stream of consciousness (3)
- Clarity Notice (1)
- emotion study (1)
Visitors
~clausum~
13 comments:
That landscape looks rather like it has been cleaned and swept.
post armaggedon...
scribblers Inc.
P.S.-I followed a link which said that there are contests in here. Pray, where could they be?
Peace is where you find it, even in the OR of a biting landscape.
Truly a fantastic shot Jason.
Literally, breathtaking!!!
:-)
That landscape does glimmer like a scalpel. Amazing photo, Jason.
Renewal can hurt. Or maybe it's the longing for renewal and peace that cuts the deepest.
A powerful plea for rebirth. Or redemption. Or maybe a little of both.
I really like this, the sharp-edged imagery. Of course, my favorite poet is Sylvia Plath. ;)
Gorgeous shot and great imagery in the plea.
Aggie, a very strange moment visually. The ground brighter than the sky.
Scribblers, I hold periodic contests. At this point, I'm planning on the next one in April or May.
Walking Man, that's a great line! I'm afraid the anesthesia might not be taking.
Catvibe, thanks!
Chris, quite a day. :)
Sarah, so, so true. And I'm not sure how to know which is which.
Jennifer, you've grabbed the heart of it. Maybe it's even wanting the most pain possible in a plea to speed the process.
Karen, I love the fast-paced, unpredictable nature of photography from a moving car. You have to see it and take it. No time to deliberate.
@ Jason:
A great shot... somehow the absence of everything itself has filled the void! (Are we losing our writer to a photographer?? :-D )
@ Sarah: I honestly don't know how you come up with such lines..."it's the longing for renewal and peace that cuts the deepest"
That one line sums up the story of my life!!! :)
Beautiful contrast between sky and ground, as the words rise sacrosanct in their request.
Stark, yet lush with meaning and austere beauty. Aloha, fellow lover of the velvet night ;-)
Aniket, don't worry. The photographer and writer live well together. Thanks!
Kaye, a poetic response. :) Thanks.
Cloudia, many thanks. And yes, I do like to draw my fingers across the velvet night.
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