Tag: Poetry

Morphine: A Poem at a Concert

Your Subconscious A head full of now Two shoes full of wow I know that song A bouncing ball She ripped the wings right off my back She ran her fingers up and down the track She said, your no…

The Moment

I imagine the moment the way the buildings would look maybe brick with a history of faded color and chipped appeal people walking by their lives running cocurrently with mine but mine alive with change with pride with peace debri…

aka. Joanie Ramone

joan of arc hung around washington square handing out candy canes and marshmallow peeps! to the atheists and anarchists from nyu. the locals all knew her as joanie ramone, and swear at night she was visible from outer space. like…

Faith at 3 am

I fight sleep most nights for fear of being torn from a dream by an intolerant angel. like something ezekiel saw. with the face of an oxen. looking in every direction at once. that smells our indecision on the wind…

The Pilgrim

an anonymous pilgrim, almost halfway home from the 70 sacred places, stands outside a motel on the trail of the morning, on the edge of El Centro, wearing a Bush Tetras t-shirt and smoking a cigarette. he coughs up core…

FOR THE LESS FORTUNATE

The calming perfection of nature’s presence, if only fleeting, offers hope for the weary heart tired of beating. March 10, 2010 © 2010 Peter Tobia ••• Peter Tobia is a photographer based in Philadelphia. If you would like to see his…

The Bus

2010© Photography by Peter Tobia Bus from 1937, rusting on soil soaked in sorrow. There is a long pause before the question is quietly asked: “Is it over?” Changing beliefs are like wings flying south in temporary retreat, giving up…

February Hands

February 10, 2010© Photography by Peter Tobia February Hands February hands bless these city streets with soundless softness bringing simple comfort and smiles as wide as the sky. ••• Peter Tobia is a photographer based in Philadelphia. If you would…