Away: Cory Buchanan

Bleeding into dusk, contracted irises stitch. Sprinting from grey fields wrapping the horizon, sapped by sirens. Buckled pale, stretched in the rumbling wind. Grinning by silent flashes, a strobe of reds, a firework in shut sight.  

Memory: Cory Buchanan

Pushed and swinging into mania, a dose touches down. Mounting sediment, shoving back the smeared portrait. Journal it, hitch the ride, touch words undimmed Invite halcyon hours to ignite. Venturing third-eye memory, creating a photo adorned. Pulled and swinging into smoother pattern.