poetry / photography

Craig Martin Getz

It doesn’t matter how many years the night grinds on its axis; at daybreak, we can start to make out the stick figures we once sprayed on the roof of a cave, how I loved you more than a mountain on Jupiter.

from “Post Tenebras Lux” (A Mountain on Jupiter – Earth Castle)

from “Post Tenebras Lux” (A Mountain on Jupiter)