| Beauty Indifferent It's impossible not to want to reach out a hand and touch a train as it thunders by. To place a palm on a moving car is to die, but the obvious and present recognition of this fact is never enough to stay the urge. The desire to feel something attractive, to put a finger on indifferent beauty and oblivious power taunts common sense. In the presence of something awesome, inhuman, and huge, it's all too easy to forget the reality of being a person. I've yet to stand on an overlook and not think I can fly. ©Judy Blank 2007 |
| serendipity the snow's obstructed sidewalks. i'm walking in the streets. on willey, as it turns to kenilworth, i approached the overpass just before lincoln park. on foot, on the left, i took a step to stroll underneath and a chilly serendipity showered on me heavy handfuls of snow, light icy punches that settled in tiny sand-hills on my head and shoulders. a pile slid into my pocket. i stopped under the bridge to shake coincidence from my coat. ©Judy Blank 2008 |
| november leaves whirled in the one-way lane between two brick apartment buildings. Toes curled in the bedroom on the third floor on the right as Madison got herself off in the winter afternoon's dying light Pouring from her window in beams. I watched the crumbling remnants of autumn hit the window of that apartment while she screamed. alley-side, a rigid wind had something to prove. Stoic motherfucker. I almost cried out, too. ©Judy Blank 2007 |