Strength
I went out one night when the moon was red,
round as a spoon with a bite taken out…
Photography, from Greek: photos + graphe = “light writing”
photos + graphe + words + heart = a little light writing
This series is ongoing and combines words and photographic images – writing with both words and light. When I began this project in 2018, on Instagram, it was my first attempt at short-form lyrical writing. It has always been very much about the creative process, my interior emotional life, and the impulse to share it with others.
words and images by Jaime Greenberg
I went out one night when the moon was red,
round as a spoon with a bite taken out…
Last night I dreamed I was pregnant –
but surely something was wrong
I’d shut my doors to any possible cold or wind or contagion. But the light slipped inside my closed bedroom window, and she danced.
This coral vine is a verb.
If I turn my back, it’ll eat my house…
You’re sensible enough to stop yourself before things get too out of hand…
Time is not a line.
It loops, drapes and folds back on itself, like a ribbon.
Pregnant – it grows, like a sphere…
The oldest living things in the world… eat air, digest it slowly. Make themselves patient. Make themselves quiet…
If the world caught fire and burned to the ground…
We almost died getting to Lost Creek Campground…
On one of those early spring days that feel already like summer — high sunlight and the faint smell of rain on dirt whispering their promises — you find yourself wandering.