An annual Collaboration Art Project
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
Say it Gale gust. Bike weather delayed now wind and rain pounding the train. by Emmy Horstkamp 26/1/2024
This morning the walk to the station was a moment between gales. Reaching the platform, the rain gusts threw rain horizantal and soaked only half of the platform. There were a few people sitting on benches, a few people standing in the rain and a few standing on the other side of the platform which stayed dry.
The poems for today focus on the rain starting and stopping with the wind.
-Look right- Streaming rain against the windows. The train is faster than the rain. by Emmy Horstkamp 26/1/20024
Full-moon-set illuminating the morning for split-seconds. Three minute deluges stopping a moment. The beginnning of a simple day dry. by Emmy Horstkamp 26/1/2024