Running against time
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
By Brandon Evans
Broken records don't skip. They run.
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Wednesday, April 25, 2012
By Brandon Evans
Ripples form slow as syrup on the murky bayou surface. Still like static drops in time the heavy water holds onto stories. It clings to a past.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
By Brandon Evans
A gold-hued moon sinks into the west like a dream deferred. A gold rush to hollow hills. A losing lotto ticket.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
By Brandon Evans
She moves elegant through city's blur simulated. Tiara affixed upon golden-haired crown. A smile beams brighter than street lamps. Congratulatory blooms bristle in nervous hands.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
By Brandon Evans
Barbed wire twined vine-like and rusted red as wine pulls taut on an aged fence post.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
By Brandon Evans
The horse is bigger than an animal, larger than an idea, beyond a story.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
By Brandon Evans
Chairs rest upside down, aligned perfect. Backs spill down in radiating symmetry hovering above the floor like primitive wooden harps.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
By Brandon Evans
Dillon White of Krum won the saddle bronc competition with a 53-point ride at the North Texas High School Rodeo Association event in Decatur last weekend.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
By Messenger Staff
The high-strung cowboy fidgets at the thought of being surrounded by a vast crowd.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
By Messenger Staff
Ubiquitous drops glisten in the sunlight, hugging the delicate petals.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
By Brandon Evans
Water droplets shoot, piercing like needles at the leaves as if they are targets.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
By Brandon Evans
Cracked spare lumber crosses a deluge. A sole gets exposed as it traverses the makeshift bridge.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
By Brandon Evans
Some travel through this world disembodied like souls after death.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
By Brandon Evans
Music mirrors the world it inhabits. The stalwart tones of a steady marching band evince notions of pride and pomp from the gathering crowds.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
By Brandon Evans
Rounded shapes glow and hover in the night like will-o'-the-wisp - flickering lanterns held by invisible hands in a ghostly march through the rain.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
By Joe Duty
A boy dressed in blue grips a point on a monumental rust-colored star. He leans into it like he's holding onto a meteor as it arcs through ether into the unknown.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
By Joe Duty
We are all a work in progress, built layer upon layer. We shoot up fast in the beginning. To a parent's memory, we grow up as quick as a stray bamboo shoot.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
By Joe Duty
A cold delicate death dances like a ballerina suspended in time. Snow and ice clings as precariously as life to passionate pink petals unfurling from forest green foliage, blood red thorns.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
By Joe Duty
Blue, green, yellow and red laser lights cut through curling cigarette smoke like an alien ship landing on a barren, fog-covered planet.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
By Joe Duty
We all cling to existence despite being weathered and worn by conditions and time.