Baltimore City. My Love.

Image by John Power.

Alphabets Project

I seem to be...

I seem to be a metronome keeping time,
but really I'm a scuffed up record.
I seem to be a new born baby,
but really I'm an antique collecting dust.
I seem to be a sturdy Roman pillar,
but really I'm just another rut in your road.
I seem to be clear like crystal,
but really I'm a could full of sky.

G.Marshall
10.18.11

My Name...

My name means resistance
and unexpected circumstance.
The Race of Women,
13 ran stop signs and
"But you can't name a girl with Red hair Scarlett"

My name means mixups, misspellings, mispronunciations.
Miss Guinevere, Gweniffer, Gwenevive
and any other member of King Arthurs Court.

My name means the cancer came back,
stained popsicle sticks and
my unhappy Grandmother who introduced
me as little Marie.

Armory Park...Writing to follow...

Westside Walk. Continued.

Westside Walk.