Listening for sounds
waiting for a space transit
rain filling gray days.
by Emmy Horstkamp 12/3/2024

Listening for sounds
waiting for a space transit
rain filling gray days.
by Emmy Horstkamp 12/3/2024

Out in the crowd - Look, take a chance, go. Moments passing, life alarms and black birds overhead. A mist rising, doors closing, sun beams relaying. Monday started. Evaporating with morning, spring arrives Year's week nine.

Advice waiting somewhere in the morning airwaves.
Examples of disinterest not telltale, just peek at the monitors.
Nothing is open to debate. Faux pas filled data doses transfer morning to assistance needed.
Exclude anything that might be red boxed.
by Emmy Horstkamp 26.2.2024

Recasting a life with Fenzeit and smack.
Gamefree dashing through half squares,
swiping flying starts - takeoff.
Ideal morning start signalled on train platform.
Recharged steps launching up and over the bridge walk.
by Emmy Horstkamp 23/2/2024

Buildings on standby - archiving by brick and colour. Life to 47 passes by -what happened in 48. How long do I have bricklayer? My photos archive the bricks and colours Will you let me write down on paper, The story facades of today?

Two trains leaving for the same end, five cars turn to more than I can count somewhere in between sitting down and looking for the station exit. by Emmy Horstkamp 19/2/2024
Timetown delay. A day without an aperature. Enclosed by strangers. by Emmy Horstkamp 19/2/2024
Negotiating nothing new.
Crossing neither with badges or ribbons.
Years entwined rolling in digital space.
Heading to puzzle town, no hesitations.
by Emmy Horstkamp 17/2/2024

The collaboration photos and poems are written daily and will be available in 2025 as a book published by FoxRavenPress.
The above poem was written from a longer Storeyean poem. Four poems were written today based on a daily commute between two locations.
Can we start the OTHER one?
A rainy friday morning impression.
Sight and faces again contoured.
by Emmy Horstkamp
Speeding through breaking day
Prelight blurriness of red, yellow, blue.
One station passes on the way to the following,
nearest stop to final destination.
by Emmy Horstkamp

Ten minutes to go. Twenty minutes of elbow room. Walking to the train. by Emmy Horstkamp 30/1/2024
