Paulines and Paulisms

Photograph by Paul Hsu Clouds and Sunset Childhood voices echo locate evening playground turnstile nightlight. by Paul Hsu 4/12-14/16

Photograph by Paul Hsu Reflection Below surface tension clouded shapes shifting whispers on being changelings by Paul Hsu 4/9-11/16

Photographs by Paul Hsu Our Dinosaur Digs into Imagination 1. The Pteranodon In the prehistoric age of the pterosaurs My daughter picks to be a swift pteranodon. She shape-shifts, lifts her wings, takes to breezy air, and soars Above the kingdom of the seas. Where has father time gone? 2. The Journey Midway through our dinosaur expedition We lost time travel's guide and the straight path Caught between strong predators and weak prey. Three wrathful beasts roadblocked the way forward: Beelzebufo, mammoth, and saber-toothed cat. We prayed for mercy. Ice-storm clouds gathered fast. 3. The Song Who sings this sad song of the last pteranodon? Where have your toothless teeth gone? Where have your great wings gone wrong? Who will sing this sad song of the lost pteranodon? What about the mighty mastodon? You too so long gone. by Paul Hsu 4/6-8/16

Photograph by Paul Hsu The Extinction of the Species Something misunderstood, for sure, stuck. What's bad luck sitting ugly on hard rock? Strange alien butterfly sensation. Sinking into proverbial quicksand. Suddenly, it appears to be a mammoth man who gives me a winged but shadowy hand. "Thank you, good and kind Samaritan, for pulling me out of this depression." "No worries, human. We've been tracking all your literary movements since in the beginning. You're, perhaps, the last linking evidence of an Earthling inking out your existence." by Paul Hsu 4-5-16

Photographs by Paul Hsu The Fire Chief Speaks to Her Roadside Dog On Gratitude Thank you for coming so quickly, partner. You are my best friend. On Arts and Crafts We work to put out the fires that rage across the city. On Poetry as Power with Purpose Let us save brothers and sisters shadowed by lighting whole worlds with our brave heart smiles. by Paul Hsu 4-4-16

Photograph by Paul Hsu The Elegiac Evening song adrift on dark green water dream time reflections of clouds at sunset. by Paul Hsu 4/2-3/16

Photograph by Paul Hsu Better Poem I am classless. I have lost the present. One day you may find me laid low in the dust and not immediately recognize me off and on the road to thousands elsewhere. by Paul Hsu 4-1-16