“Box Camera”

We all crave a little color in our lives whether it comes in the form of hues, encounters, explorations, or dreams.

From a previous dream:

…Now I took the man around the corner to point out the window with cobalt to ask him if he’d give me permission to photograph the stunning beauty of negative pattern to positive pieces captured in this window.

He gave me a box camera with a long strap with chain link clinking next to the body.  His brother didn’t agree with his generosity but he insisted I take it.

Picture your dreams.

Discarded dreams become poetry.

Night writing will lead you to the light in your soul.

Copyright © 2002 Nicole Rigets Journal

Hello world!

My Journal

August 2002

There is not really that much writing in these pages.  The writing is big and spread out on a lot of it.  I wonder if there’s much worthwhile or if I’m just exercising my right hand.

An Earlier Entry:

Take Me To Your Bleeder!

Bleeding and glowing

like the underside of my half-used skin.

My luscious, lusty, rosy, inner self,

my plump and fuzzy soft parts,

my rosy golden light.

Yellow storm, rose thunder,

thin white whimpers,

black net, orchid links,

navy pooling ink.

Clear blots, dots, knots, plots

and livid scarlet hail,

nailing plastic hills and vale.

Copyright © Nicole Rigets Pre-Saturn