After ages, I was contacted by Hannah Stephenson, a client from several years ago. Hannah as I remembered had a way with words which lead me to no surprise when she reintroduced herself as a contemporary poet authoring a charming and well attended blog called the Storialist. Hannah writes a new freshly brewed poem on her blog everyday and she happened to come across my work on Burn magazine online. It was so humbling to be contacted and told that my body of work was an inspiration for a poem she wrote. I share with you Hannah's poem and I also dug up an image of hers from my archive to go with this post. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Thank you Hannah!
Friction Lesson
by Hannah Stephenson
Tell me what happened, the way you, a boy, convinced another boy to kiss you on his sofa after school.
Tell me how you persuaded him wordlessly, one hand in the crease of the sofa’s yielding cushions, the other just above his knee, your fingers brushing corduroy the wrong way.
Tell me how you persuaded him wordlessly, one hand in the crease of the sofa’s yielding cushions, the other just above his knee, your fingers brushing corduroy the wrong way.
Wonderful to see you getting the showings you deserve. And thanks so much for the hot link to Hannah Stephenson's blog.
ReplyDeleteThanks for posting this, Manj. :) You are an amazing photographer!
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