Scott Cowan is a writer from St John's, Newfoundland and LabradorIndecision
a series of polaroids, scattered along a scarred, wooden night-stand
a reservoir of blood, moving silently beneath flesh
dictated by a blue-collar-working modest pulse.
an athlete running the same mile thousands of times; searching for one sacred moment less than the last
a page written-or-typed with no climax, no rising action, no dénouement
a blink of the eye, slowed down;
taking the time to watch every droplet of water explode like a grenade.
in baghdad a deaf man watches his city crumble beneath him
to the silent shrill of a machine gun.
watches it dance across the desert sand
puncturing beauty and nature
the written-history of imagination and emotion
through the peepshow of another man's mind.
or into the shallow, green, murk of the swamp and having the patience to find your reflection
or impatience
and then finding something else;
something new.
take it or leave it.
